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CHAPTER~2~ Bonding

Days passed and she was stuck on my mind like a soundtrack, I wanted to contact her to see if she would remember me. I still haven't build up that courage as yet. I couldn't possibly stand rejection but still she frequently visited my mind and I had to do something, I needed to make the move quickly but the odds are against me or so did I think.

Beep, Beep, Beep!
I could not believe it.
I must be losing my goddamn mind!
It's a text from her, I don't want to open it just as yet and the suspense is killing me. What is it that she wants? does she want to meet? Is she thinking about me since I left? I am lost in predicaments, I am itching to know but I don't want to seem desperate, I can't contain myself.
I grabbed the phone for the fourth time, I went on the chat with caution like I was disarming a bomb.
There's gonna be a blast for sure! Whatever she's got to say, I can only hope it is in my favour.
Please angel of good will... Pleasee---

"It's cocoa cutie from the salon," I read aloud like I am in kindergarten , "just wanted to know how the funeral went and did your friend like your hair?"
I did not recall telling her about the funeral but I am glad she remembered.
"Everything went well, I got compliments all weekend long, thanks to you for making me look like a star." I got goosebumps writing this message.
I asked her if she's having a nice day and she replied that she's bored, little does she know I could be her entertainer.

One conversations led to another, we are connecting and I did not find myself trying to hard. We are fitting perfectly, I need to be pinched for I am reading way more to this than I should.
I complemented her on her profile pictures and somewhere in conversing we ended up on BlackBerry Messenger. We found ourselves sending voicenotes, I am learning so much about her in such short time.
My entire contact list became a ghost to me, there's only one message that I look forward to reading as soon as the beep comes through. I noticed that she deliberately changes pictures and I did the same, I couldn't stop complimenting.

I needed to tell her that I am gay but the timing wasn't right, I don't think she read between the vivid lines. There were disturbances every time a client came to the shop, they are so fortunate to be in the same room as her. I wanted to be there, I needed to be there. She would quickly respond to me as soon as she was alone, I am loving the attention. I know she is too, the evidence is in the phone. There isn't a dull moment and nothing existed to me at this point, she undoubtedly has my attention. I may not have hers fully but it's just a matter of time, Rome was not built in one night.

On the fifth day in conversations I quickly found myself always messaging her most times. I realized she is the first to message when she is either bored or really bored. Eventually, she asked me if I had a boyfriend.
Finally!
Some kind of breakthrough. I told her the truth and gave her the speech of enjoying her friendship, she does not have to worry with I being a lesbian and that I know my boundaries.
"Hold up! What? I..I did not see that coming." Her response to me after my speech.
She said she isn't frightened about it and she believes it's interesting. If she keeps talking like that she will be sitting on my face. I am starved and she is my prey. I have been longing to taste, bite, swallow and everything in between.

Everyday after that fifth day our conversations got deeper. Somewhere along the foreplay in messages, she is falling for me and I am trying to be careful . I can tell that many times she could not resist. I needed her and somehow she needed me too.
She seemed happy in her relationship in the beginning but the more we spoke, I realize there was alot lacking and she craved for something unfamiliar. She wanted to be touched. I know that I can touch her to the point of no return. If I lure her in she would never forget and I vouche to be her first.There was going to be consequences of a lasting impression.
Someone will be burned to the core like ashes on the floor, Will it be her or will I fall victim for her love?

As the days went by she got busier, I missed her and somehow she started to forget me, she eventually became distant, my messages became pending for hours and sometimes days. I decided that all the erotic messaging was just a fun passing activity. I pushed my thoughts away from her. I sometimes found myself missing what could have been.
Eventually, I went through my daily routines. It was almost three weeks and no word from her. Thought about deleting her number in the upcoming days. Sometimes, there should be no pressures, even a pipe can't withhold to much pressure for it would burst and there is further more damage than good. What did I thought that we would talk, make magic and run off together? Not in the real world for its to cruel for such bliss.

I entertained other contacts. It isn't the same, I could simply pick up the phone and break this silence. I figured it would not make a difference. Yet, I clinged to hope. A hope of having her back in my inbox, to explore her innocence; to pick the apples and lead her into temptations.
I tormented myself thinking about the if's and maybe's. I was lost in desiring her, a fool to think I stood a chance and like the saying goes some fools never learn. We were doomed from the start and I was to blinded by lust to see. Let it go, won't be the first or the last I reminded myself, somehow I am in denial because I wanted her..still.