Incubus

|| - 5

When I wake up, the first thing I notice is my hand. It touches skin that isn't mine. My first thought is 'Thomas', then I open my eyes and Mick is lying next to me. I am a bit disappointed, but then Mick moves his hand and my fingers lose contact. Immediately I follow his hand and put mine back on it. The warm relaxing feeling comes back. It feels so different from touching Thomas but at the same time, there are similarities.

I have an idea. If my theory is correct that both my sides are reacting to Thomas, shouldn't it be possible to concentrate on one side, so the other side is better to control? The idea gives me new power and I reach for my phone. I text Thomas to make the date happen.

The day goes by and after texting back and forth a couple of times, he agrees to see me on Sunday evening since it is the only night this week he doesn't have to work. That is fine with me. I don't have to wait too long, because honestly the moment I receive the text that he has time Sunday I dance around the room. Also, I have enough time to come up with a plan, so the date doesn't escalate.

I won't touch him at all and I am going to try finding and concentrating on the warm feeling I get from him and not the burning flame. And I hold on to that plan. I am determined. And then he walks around the corner and my immediate thought is 'I want to hug and kiss you'. I see him first. He is stopping at a red light on the way to me still unaware that I already spotted him. I swear he looks good in everything he wears, even now his clothes highlight his wide shoulders. His brown hair is getting longer and I see a few hairs starting to curl.

I can't take my eyes off of him till he stands beside me. At this point, I am openly staring and I am very aware of the fact that he knows that I am staring at him.

'How dare you're looking like this. I am trying to control myself tonight. Didn't you get the memo?'

"Hi", he says and I am reminded that his voice is music to my ears. Fuck.

"Hi", I reply and we are standing awkwardly in front of each other me staring and he purposely not looking at me. I clear my throat: "I want tonight to be a proper date, so no touching, okay?"

"Okay", he answers fast and walks past me into the bar. I can't keep my eyes from rolling and follow him. On the way in he holds the door open for me. A gentleman? We find a table and sit down.

"Sorry it isn't the Winsecor, but I am not that rich." I look around. The bar I chose for this date is one of my favorites. It has a minimalistic, raw style that would be perfect for an Instagram-Post and the staff are the friendliest people on this planet. The view is not shabby itself. The walls toward the ocean are made entirely of glass. Now when it is dark you can't see much except the light of the city reflecting in the water and a lighthouse on the other side of the bay.

"No problem. This bar is ... nice", he looks around as well. Really? Nice is the best thing he can think of? We order burgers at the bar and both of us take a drink. I try to get the conversation going. I flirt which is difficult without touching him. But it isn't working anyway. We talk ourselves into dead ends and I have to pick it up again. He is sipping at his drink, staring out of the window and biting his lower lip.

"Look, I know that you are nervous, but you promised me this date and I am really trying to make it a good one, but that doesn't work if you're not participating", he looks at me for a second, then looks at his hands. "I get it. You don't want to be here. Then let me just say that I really like you and not just the sex", he winces, "and I know that sex is the only thing you want from me right now, but maybe it could be more? Can you at least give it a try?" He shifts uncomfortably and slowly I lose my patience. Again it is silent and I look out of the window. The waitress brings us our burger and I give her a smile.