Mating Difficulties (Slow Updates)

6 - Let's tango

Author's note
I've been gone for a billion years. I'm aware ... but we will try this again I suppose.

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Why is it that Mr. "Zaire" seems to magically show up wherever I am. I'm starting to take the stalker theory that I initially mentioned as something serious. Nonetheless, I decide to shake off my previous daze of him intruding my payment to the bartender. Since Zaire seems to want my attention, from what I can see in his appearances, why don't I give him just that?

After he seemingly sobered up from fully taking me in with his eyes, I proceeded on to the dance floor a slight sway in my hips. Prior to Zaire and I's little interaction, the music was nothing but an energetic hum in the background. However, as I'm walking now I realize that "U Me Luv" by Jahmiel is playing through the club's speaking. My inner Caribbean girl swoons at the slow bass and tempo of the song as well as the sweet caressing Patois of the author's voice.
As I start to lose myself in the song, slowly rolling my hips and waist to the rhythm, singing along

Gyal ah you mi love, no other catty mi no prefa
Tell her mi nah go leave and she say "great man whatever"

I feel someone lightly trace their fingers down my sides until their hand gently rests on my side
I know who it is.
I smell him dammit.
I wanted to play a dirty game but my resolve is weakening with his intoxicatingly suffocating scent, closeness, and tentative touch.

I feel him drawing closer. Nose nuzzling closer into my neck. A slight low hum...purr erupts from him and I swear I only manage to hear it because of my heightened senses. Another thing that takes me by surprise is the fact that he soon started to match the rhythm of my waist and the rhythm of the song, grinding against me. I couldn't help but think boy he can dance.

Everything in this moment just felt good... maybe even a little too good to a point where it was honestly making me start to panic. I was losing my leverage, my control. Soon enough, to tip it all off he slowly and once again gently began to shift a hand to rest on my stomach and the other stayed at my hip. His nose kept on running along the nape of my neck. Taking in my scent. The action was almost teasing, mocking me for even trying to play a game that would challenge fate.

Fate? What am I think- My thoughts were cut off because I felt him. Yes him. And to my mortification, a breathless gasp involuntarily left my mouth as well as a shiver that I did not even register until it was too late. I just met this guy if you can even truly call it a "meeting". We are not even well acquainted per se. Why am I not... scared though? Why am I not feeling creep out in the least that a practical stranger is getting quite comfortable and evidently excited by me?

He must have felt my slight freeze up or could've sensed my completely frazzled state of mind in response to him. I hear him audibly curse under his breath. He dropped his hands and attempted to face me but I didn't even let him get a word in. "I..I-I .." I clear my suddenly dry throat, mentally cursing myself for stuttering and showing his effect on me. "I gotta go," my brain managed to squeeze out the simple phrase, and without even letting him reply or react, I fled like a coward.

I set this up on myself and I could not even follow through. I could only run because I did not know what else to do. It's honestly so unnerving and I hate it because it is just so unlike me. The cool air in contrast to the somewhat stuffy atmosphere of the club's interior was definitely refreshing. I quickly ordered an uber to my house and during the waiting time, my thoughts continued on with the rambles.

Seriously Ny? You couldn't even look him in the eye. My inner conscience scolded me. I honestly couldn't though. I knew that it would instantly be a trap. That's how the guys in the sappy romcoms and chick flicks get the female protagonists to turn into putty in their hands. This gal does not want or need any of that in her lif-

"Hey" Satan why must you trouble me so?

"Hey" I lamely respond.

"I'm sorry about what happened back there. I really didn't mean to freak you out." He starts.

"Listen. Don't worry about it. Let's just drop it. Forget it ever happened." I quickly cut in, sending him a quick glance and a small smile for good measure. Though I doubt he could even see me well with the only sources of light being the moon, a few stars in the sky, and a few dim street lights.

A slight pause happens after that response. One that isn't necessarily awkward but also not necessarily comfortable either. Then, he finally speaks up. "It's pretty late out. I can give you a ride you know."

"No, no it's fine. I already ordered an uber" and at that moment said uber pulled up. As I walked towards the car, I heard - no, felt him treading behind me. He even opened the door for me before I could even get a hold of the handle. Murmuring a quiet "thank you," I proceeded to step into the car. However, just as I was about to take my seat, I felt him grab my arm. Not hard enough to actually cause harm, but enough to startle me.

"You know... don't you?" He said it in a voice that was almost so low that I almost did not catch it. The voice was laced with apprehension and even slight confusion, and when I made the mistake of looking up at him, as a reflex to him grabbing my arm, I saw the confusion in his eyes.

His eyes. Oh, his eyes. Big mistake. Pools of chocolate. Pools of slightly curious and slightly confused chocolate stared back at me. I did not realize how long I'd been staring until I heard the uber driver unmistakenly clear his throat. This snapped me out of my daze and even Zaire's daze as well since his grip on my arm loosened and I took this opportunity to recoil myself into the car. Looking downwards, I whispered a "good night" and softly but quickly closed the door, not looking up at him again.

Even though I wasn't looking at him anymore, I could feel his heated gaze one me the same way that I did when he first laid eyes on me. As the car pulled off, I definitely could not help but to think I'm so screwed.