The Neighbor's Wife
[Part 3]
Yesterday was well...fun. It actually was. We spent the whole day together in the kitchen exploring whatever was in the damn fridge. I didn't know she loved cooking. She might look like a piece of dumb and clueless housewife but she was not. I underestimated her, her cooking ability blown my mind once I tasted the breakfast, the lunch and dinner she made. Those were undeniably the best meals of my life – except for those moments that I ate her out – that was something incomparable.
Her company was heartwarming, you know? Like we shared these innocent touches and tried to hide our blushing faces from each other. She was never that bashful in front of me yet yesterday she was completely a different person. Because of that the spark I had in my chest became a fire. She emitted that fire that I tried so hard to take control of. I opted to kill it at one point and obviously I was easily distracted and that had always led me to taking another path.
After last night, where we shared just a couple glass of wine and chilling on the couch watching a show she let me laid my head on her chest, basically I was cuddling with her. She had an arm around my shoulder while the other held her glass. I thought that was romantic. I thought it might be a beginning of something? However, a one phone call could ruin that.
Her phone started ringing, my eyes glanced down to the coffee table in front of us where our phones were and saw the name of the caller, it was someone in the name of Cordy? Looking back to her eyes, seeking for annoyance and waiting for an irritated sigh to escape her lips but I was crumbled down when she got up and answered the phone call with "Hi, Honey..." imagine the frustration?
Who the hell is Cordy? Is it a female or male? Why does she call that person honey? Are they fucking too?
God, I really hate having feelings. Today, she left early. I didn't even see her shadow around. A mug of coffee and a toasted bread with scrambled eggs was left on the counter, I could say she was in a hurry because the toast was not even near to being toasted like how she did it yesterday the side were barely burnt. The effort was greatly appreciated though, she didn't have to do it I could call a service or get a breakfast anywhere for sure but she cooked for me.
The smile on her face yesterday when I mentioned how awesome she was could have saved a lot of sad people. She just light up the world with her smile. After the breakfast and showering myself I looked around for something else to do and guess what? I decided to sneak in to her bedroom and plopped myself on her bed, her scent that clung to the sheets instantly made me miss her more. Now, I was wrapped like burrito and sniffing what was left on the sheets.
My eyes wandered around, on the loveseat facing the window, her coat from yesterday was folded neatly and laying on the armrest. I abandoned the sheets, sauntering to where it was and taking it. The fabric was soft unlike the normal coats, bringing it up to my nose, it even smelled strongly just like her. God, it was everything. I bit my lip at the innocent thought I had and slid it on feeling the warmth of the material hugging my arms. Going back to my previous spot on the bed, I pulled the sheets over my lower half and hugged myself, later on I was fast asleep.
It was the gentle patting on my hair that awoke me, my brows furrowed with confusion but the gentleness later on relax as it came to me that it was only her, she was sitting on the edge and looking down at me with a soft smile but her eyes looked heavy and tired.
"Is this how much you miss me, babygirl?" My lips were ajar, I blinked a few times, my brain was processing and my tongue got tied. It was the moment I lost my shit and forgot how to function as human being. She just called me babygirl. I'm fucking freaking out.
