Encounter

Chap 2

   "The alarm. Turn off. Now." 

   Wish it was possible. His hands were on me. Locked and non-moving. It's a habit of his since old days. Doesn't affect me anymore. And his legs..I gave up with warnings. 

   As I laid on my tummy, my left hand stretched to reach the alarm on his side. "Je suis fatigue. Breakfast. Cozy. Shopping." Every single morning, as far as concerned, nonsense is his native language. So to break it down he said, 'I am tired. Go make breakfast. You are cozy. We need to go shopping.' 

   [Might have to kill him for the demand and command though.

   He is from Canada, so French is his..first language (right after nonsense).]

I did my best to untangle from his grip on both my ribs and legs. Leaving him alone on the twin seize bed. "Shower first?" "Hmm? Yeah. Do the bed before I'm done." His grumble was the last I heard as I locked the door to the bathroom across the hallway.

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   It has been ten minutes since the sound of water hit the ground. Filling his ears with music, his mind with the impossible, while leaving his body with traces of unidentified ecstasy. Upon hearing the squeak of the shower valve, signaling the end of his nonexistent melody, XVC jumped up and off the bed. Arranging it to it's uttermost best as there was only three minutes remaining. Resembling nothing but a God examining his finest work before him. She walked in, a short towel covering up the form hidden within. Tan skin still glistering with a mixture of water and lotion. Hair mid-dry. Curls taking form. Eyeing him up and down, knowing exactly what happened. Walking past her with a peck on the cheeks, his innocent smile spreading from side to side as he, too, took his turn to freshen up. Something isn't normal. Not to her, but she understands his actions. Since yesterday. It will be the last time he'll see he here. Especially this..temperament. 

So the goal, as of her, is to make this memorable and liberal as possible.

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I wore my matching midnight blue ADIDAS tracking suit. Topping it off with white PUMA sneakers and accessories on both wrists. He walked in less than twenty minutes later. Smelling of citrus and strawberry. My shower gel. Sigh. " I know what you're going to say. I smell good, you just want to lick me. But..before hitting it off, please leave." I only raised an eyebrow in question. "Unless you'd prefer to stay and watch the show that is of course." I picked up my bag, lip gloss and headed straight for the door. "Hey", he said while gripping my wrist. " don't forget to make breakfast for us both."H҉e҉ i҉s҉ t҉o҉o҉ c҉l҉o҉s҉e҉. S҉p҉a҉c҉e҉. I҉ n҉e҉e҉d҉ s҉p҉a҉c҉e҉. I҉n҉v҉a҉d҉e҉r҉ a҉l҉e҉r҉t҉.       I took a step closer. We were nose-to-nose. "Your wish, my command Sir." And walked right out.

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   Danger. It was written on all her body movements. If he doesn't watch his next step, he will be as good as any dead man. And no one will be able to find his body. Let alone notice his absence. Careful of your footwork, XVC. You might not survive like you thought.

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   Today's agenda is going to be..incomplete. I am not sure of what it is we dealing with. I dread days like this. More so when stuck on my fecking cycle. The cabinets in the kitchen, and any found in the room or bedroom, or living room are now empty. The only remaining source of food lay in the open mini fridge. The onions; chopped and ready, were in a bowl next to the frying pan on the stove. Bacon, shredded cheese, pépé, salt, white and black pepper were on the opposite side. I removed the six eggs and cracked them into a bowl with all the chopped and dry condiments. Tapping and pouring it in the pan once the heat was lowered a bit.

   Everything was almost done. French toast laid out on the table. Milk, juice, two pairs of glasses; one short and longer, were set on the opposite chairs facing each other. I put the eggs, topped with parsley and green onions on the table as well. Perhaps he is not done dressing yet. Should I put pressure?...Whatever! One beast is enough.

   On my second round, the door to my room slammed open. Banging the wall behind it. "I thought you'd call me! How cruel!"...This thing almost shattered my door into pieces. "Want some fruits? Or energy drink?" I asked calmly. Ignoring his outburst. "Fruits..I'll do it" He said in a tentative or unsure manner. In the midst of heading to the knife and bowl I left on the  counter, "Stop being so moderate. I got this."       ×º°"˜𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖎𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊."°º×

ȯA genuine smile plastered across my face but failed to illuminate the whole view. The strawberries, grapes, apples, and watermelon were washed; peeled, and sliced into a rainbow bowl. I brought two extra plates and forks along and settled back down in front of him.

   We ate in silence. The sound of our mouths at work the only background noise to accompany us. "I need to go somewhere, so I'll drop you off first." "What time?" "Soon as possible." "You could go. There's UBER at my disposal." "What times your flight?" "In Five hours.." His choked expression stopped me. I handed him a glass of cold water. He chucked it all down despite the iciness. "At ➎:➎⓿ 🅟🅜 ?" "Yes" "How can you say that with a straight face?!" I eyed him in a bewildering and perplexing way. "You want my face to be-" "Why didn't you tell me?! If I didn't bring this up would you have left me in the dark like always?! I told you, As-" I shut him up. "In five hours, the same time tomorrow." My face was void of all emotion. Me the one I try to keep at bay. On the edge, but never far from accessible. "Oh..." His eyes were full of things, feelings, I could not identify at the moment due to my limited apprehension. "Should have been clearer." Could have almost heard the unspoken words lingering in the air; I should've been more clearer. My misunderstandings, As? But we both acted like nothing was wrong. Like the air isn't heavy with almost tangible objects causing dyspnea.

  I was done before he started on his third round. The fruits closing any gap left in my stomach. "When you ready, with the dishes as well as the table, call me." "Where you headed?" "Nap."

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