The writer and the boxer - a sweet romance

Chapter 8

Looking towards my immediate horizon I saw him on his own balcony doing a few exercise routines. It seemed more like therapy for his feet as he was rocking back and forth on the ball of his feet to the tip of his toes. I felt like a spy peeking through the curtain, not wanting him to see me in stalker mode, taking up his mantle he clearly relenquished. I could tell he had a few tattoos well on his chest, arm and back, and my mind did a little salsa thinking about the brand right to the nape of his neck, where the perfect lip sat taunting me to taste.

Where they fashioned after some perfectly slim seductress who burnt his heart and now he has vowed to only hunt for the thick girls who love to cook?

My curiosity got the better of me, so I sent an sms asking him about it:

"Were the lips fashioned from an ex?"

"No, they were of my own mind."

"Did you ever get into any kind of trouble for it?"

"A few times after the consumption of alcohol. Lol. Are you looking at me building siren?"

I knew he could not see me through my barrier yet still heat rose to my face and I pulled away quickly. Hiding deeper into my bedroom.

"Not really, just thinking about your tattoo. How many do you have?"

"Enough to keep your attention for a long while, and each has a story. Would you like to hear about them l8r?"

I bite my lips excited to see him again and hit reply:

"Sure. L8r then"

I smoothed my skirt over my ass taking in my reflection. I do look fairly decent, and applied red lipstick intentionally remembering the marking on the nape I had kissed a few nights ago. Under the influence of course.

This time, instead of taking a stroll, we took a taxi to 'The City Port' where it was bombarded with many 'food-on-carts'. I was thrilled to see the assortment of food, especially things I had not tasted before. 'Why did he bring me here though,' I pondered to myself. Here I am feeling fat and ugly and he brought me in a place with a haberdashery of spices and meats. My brows creased trying to comprehend his delicious actions.

I did succumbed to the temptation and indulged in foods I had not been privy too before.

The blend of mexican with asian on my taste buds, fused to create havoc with my senses. For the time we were together, while inhaling the mix of aromas, the word 'love' fleetingly made room on my heart, but I immediately soothed it away with unhealthy thoughts. 'Guys don't like girls who weigh more than what they bench press,' I reassured myself.

Taking solace in those words I entered the 'friend zone' without being ushered in and refrained from doing things to impress this specimen of a man.

We tried most of the foods. Even did those I had tasted before. I forgot to be self-conscious and licked sauce that dripped from my fingers down my arm. At one point in sucking my finger I looked at Luc and I saw a smoldering look emanate from him. I was sure it was all in my mind so I continued my ministrations on the fingers that were drenched.

We had reached the last food-cart by then and he took my hand, licked the last finger, then helped clean the mess with some napkins.

"I see you love food just as I do?"

"Si," I answered with my nervousness making a grand entrance.

"I enjoy watching you eat. You make it worth spending the money," and flashed a smile that would open any door that was double locked.

His words did not reach my spine and sounded a tad bit insincere, so I ignored his words and followed the path to the apartment without giving him a second thought. He was following me, probably stifling a laugh or something as my butt jiggled and wiggled with each step I took. I heard him suck in his breath as we found ourselves standing, awaiting the ding of the horrid elevators. We both stepped in together and headed to the panel for the floor selection. When we were settled in the elevator he grasped my hand, dragged me closer to him, and buried his face in my blonde weave.

"You are absolutely breathtaking."

"Thanks, I think."

"No don't think, you are stunning. I adore those thick thighs," and he grinned like a cheshire cat.

"I usually hear 'thunder thighs', but I prefer your words," and relaxed in his embrace.

Maybe I was hasty to step into the 'friend bubble', but he was hugging me and not fondling me or trying to kiss me, so maybe I am in the 'friend zone'. I was confused and looked up to search his face for something else other than a platonic affection. All I got was a kiss on the cheek, and another nuzzle of his face in my hair.

I didn't have the gall to ask where I am on his listing so I embraced the 'ding' of the elevator and stepped away from him, waving my goodbye, heading to my door.

Fishing for my keys, I was oblivious to the pitter of flip-flops on the flooring until those pedi-toes were in sight.

With my key to the door, I stole a look at his face and saw 'I'm in lust' written across his face as his hazel eyes became a darker shade. Before I could respond I was in his arms, tightly wounded as though he did not want to let me go. My legs could not sustain keeping me up and I slumped into him still looking at his face.

"Every night I answer your song building siren. Why do you sing such sweet sorrowful words?" He is watching me intensely, looking for an answer and I had none. My mouth opened but no sound came out.

He grazed his lips at the corner of my mouth, again toward my cheeks and I pressed into him wanting a little more than was offered.

The keys were taken from my hand and I was ushered into my own place by the strange boxer. He led me to a chair and settled in, not before dragging me onto his lap.

"I made a vow a few weeks ago and I'm desperately trying to hold on to it. But you are making it quite hard for me to hold fast to my words," and kissed my lip not before licking his lips to make it moist.

"I am sorry, it was not my intention." I had no clue when I had developed capabilities to make anyone digress from decisions or vows made.

"May I ask what they are? Your vows that is."

"I have a very important fight in 60 days and need to stay away from 'extracurricular activities'. I also vowed not to get involved unless I truly believed that I met my lifelong companion."

"When do you start training?"

"Next week. I won't be around as often plus the owner will be home pretty soon."

"Good luck with your fight."

He cocked his head back to view my face and said, "Won't you be part of the crowd?"

"Oh yes!! That would be fantastic," and I clapped showing my enthusiasm in going to my very first boxing fight.

He smiled and hugged my waist, pulling me towards him, closer than before.

'Maybe I should not have placed myself in the friend zone?' I thought as I can sense that he liked me on some weird level. 'But I'm horridly fat' I heard myself saying. I settled onto his lap and enjoyed the moment. Sixty (60) days, psssh that's nothing and I giggled inside while processing his information.