The One He Chose

Chapter 22

            It was a cool morning, the perfect morning Nabila thought as she stepped out to meet Muhammad. She had on her black tights, a black, this large grey t-shirt she found in her closest, with her black scarf tied around her head in a neatly fashion and her black running shoe. All she wanted to do was go back into her blanket and sleep the morning off but no, here she was about to go on a run. Her least favorite thing she thought.

He was standing outside, stretching his limbs when she met him outside. She stood by the door, looking at him with such attentiveness. There was no denying that Muhammad was one attractive guy, he possessed the ability to demand attention without even trying. He stood firm, his face defined like that of a model, his chiseled jawline giving his defined face more fineness. He was busy staring at something, he didn't notice her.

That gave Nabila time to check him out more. He was wearing his usual running wear. This light lemon green shirt which clung to his firm chest, paired with his black snova tights and another shorts right on top. If only she wasn't still mad at him she thought, she would had gone straight up and had her way with him, but she wasn't giving him that privilege she thought.

"Are you going to stand there and stare at me all morning with that smile or are we going?" his words came right through, destroying any fantasy she had in mind.

She was too busy ogling, she hadn't noticed he was facing her. Suddenly feeling her cheeks heat up after being caught, she hid the smile on her lips or at least tried.

"I wasn't staring, besides I will have you know I have seen better" she walked closer, standing few feet from him.

That earned her a grin from him "I will pretend my wife didn't just insinuate she has been looking at other men besides me, her hunk of a husband"

"Why do you have to be so overweening?"

"Remember they are your words"

How could she have forgotten, she mentally smacked herself. She had so generously and subconsciously been the one to share her admiration and deep thoughts to him on their one special night. That one night she had felt like special. Oh how he made her feel, she thought. She can still remember every feeling, every touch and every want, like it was just yesterday. How she wished they could live in that perfect night, holding onto each other but that was just a wish. A sudden chill brought her out of her reverie, as she turned her eyes away.

He smiled and shook his head, knowing what brought about her quiet state "Are you ready?"

"If I am not, will I go back inside?"

"Nope, now come on lets go and come back early" he lightly pulled her hands, ignoring the look she was giving him as he led her outside the get.

Twenty minutes later, she couldn't take it anymore. She had to stop for a breath and water break. How could he still be going at it, what was he made of she thought, as she gave him a once look before slowing her pace.

"Hey, are you okay? Why are you stopping?" she heard his voice. But with her heard head down and hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath, so she couldn't see him, till she felt his hand on her small back.

"Babe, are you okay?"

She wanted to tell him to carry on but the words weren't forming, or coming out from her mouth. She then tried pushing him away with one hand but he wouldn't budge.

"Stop it, I am trying to help you" he held her, trying to keep her up straight.

"I just need to catch my breath" she heard him release a sigh.