Few weeks went by and yet no call, text, or FaceTime from Chris. Out of desperation I sent him message asking for his phone number. The urge to re-connect ate me like disease. My body feened for his voice, conversation between sweet pea father and I became scarce. Almost another week went by and out of nowhere he messaged me.
Chris: 312-458-9263
Rose: when can I call you
Chris: come smoke with me
Rose: Idk Chris, I haven't smoked Mary Jane in several years
Chris: I'm gonna break u back in boo ;)
Rose: when
Chris: come now, I stay right off Paulina, close to Clark
Rose: okay
Chris: okay u coming?
Rose: yes :)
Amazingly I was off, walking over to his part of neighborhood in Rogers park which was super close. As I passed our old elementary school, which always appeared in my dreams it dawned that universe has interesting way of bringing people in. Arriving at his home seem like mili-second rung through my head. What would he think of me in person, he is alone, do not give off and vibes of attraction, and stay grounded. Ironically, as soon as I rung the doorbell he came down stairs. Gosh, this man was beyond handsome in person. Chris stood at 5'8 and had well built frame. His care-free style of basketball shorts and t-shirt allowed me to feel comfortable. When I walked inside, it came to realization that his entire family was there. I wasn't expecting his family to be there , at same time there were no forms of discomfort. Everyone said hey, his family was super goofy, of course his big-headed brother was there and made a slight joke about my forehead. Chris offered to make brunch, which was amazing and turned out yummy as hell.
40 minutes later, we were all gathered around smoking. The first hit of blunt brought me back to my early teens years with my sister. Teen years, seemed like yesterday when we were planning how our lives would be. Ironically, felt eyes staring at me, and looked up and noticed Chris was giving me intense stare. No one in the room seem to notice, I locked eyes with him and he smiled at me. Blake said something to him and Chris gaze diverted. As quickly as smoking session started, it was time for me to go. "Chris, I'm going to head home before boyfriend gets back". "Already, you just here", Chris stated. "Il be back".
As Chris walked me to the door, the palm of hand rest on wall of my back. The brief touch sent sparks through the spine. His warm hug felt comforting, "I'm going to see you again right ", Chris asked. "Yes, you will, thank you offering brunch and inviting me". I walked down the stairs and I could feel Chris eyes piercing through my back. The feeling of this was so odd, it left me wondering what the hell to make out of it.
Wayne gave me space and didn't contact for next couple couple of weeks. Lack of contact felt like eternity, however it gave me time to reflect. Sometime that week I had to run errands. The path taken to Western Union lead me close to his house. Having moment to walk through fall weather felt like heaven. Fall is always amazing time of year, air is in between, almost as if Mother Nature is sending its last goodbyes of Indian summer before the winter. Loud call interrupted my thought process, and it was him:
Chris: where are you
Rose: walking past your house
Chris: are u busy?
Rose: well mMMMM, i just need to get money order for rent
Chris: come see me
Rose: right you know I look bummy
Chris: what are u wearing ? I'm sure it not that bad
Rose: I'm sweaty as hell wearing yoga pants and hoodie
Chris: ma, u good come say hi
He must have seen me walking past, who knows but I had to see him. The walk to his door was swift and but calming. Before my hands could buzz the door, Chris came downstairs. "Hey beautiful, hips lips curved into this smile which cause my sweet spot to swell. "Hey Chris",
I responded. Chris gently pulled me by waist and and hugged me tightly. My body melted with his touch, fuck his hands felt like butter. He pulled away and looked at me. "May I kiss you" Chris asked. "Your girlfriend is upstairs, and my boyfriend is at home. Chris this is not good idea". My voice came out so quietly, and Chris responded by staring intensely as my lips. Before I could pull away he kissed me. My hands gently grabbed back of his head and time stopped. The only thing could be feel was his aura. Our lips danced and my yoni became wet as fountain. The urge to submit by body him at the door was beyond intoxicating. I snapped back to reality and gently moved away. We both caught our breaths, and looked at each other. I touched my lips and he smiled. "That kiss felt like sparks huh", Chris asked. I nodded and grabbed him returning the kiss passionately. He pushed me wall and growled: "Rose". All of sudden a long ring brought both us back to reality. It was sweet pea's father. "I have to go Chris", my voice said softly. "Aight, beautiful, can I write you tonight. I looked back and smiled. The walk back home later on that day felt non-existent.
Quilt consumed me, then again I wanted more.
Few weeks Later
That kiss lingered on my mind, and it was impossible to focus at work. Every single night after that Chris would text me. Our conversations grew, however he did not mentioned the kiss between us. Every single night, after sweet pea and her father went to bed, Chris would always send me message around 11:00pm. The topics would range from aliens, religion, art, almost everything under the sun. Several weeks passed and the urge to see him nagged me, randomly Chris had sent me message on late Friday night:
Chris: Rose, you said work by Jackson right?
Rose: yea, whats up?
Chris: My job offered a transfer in the city and its close to where you are
Rose: What are you implying Chris?
Chris: That we can meet up in week and have lunch, would that be okay?
Rose: I wouldn't mind at all
