Only His

20. Shining Moons

Elizabeth Meyer

Ever since I entered this room I felt relaxed. The breath of fresh air,the smell of rain, the drizzle that manage to get inside through the open window,the pitter patter sound in perfect rhythm and the chilly wind flow everything.... made my mood to step up. If I could specter myself to outside now like in those fairy stories ....oh I would have been happier. I sighed...
Better luck next time

If circumstances were else I would have passed out on to the couch by now but now it was something else. I know I am safe. When I glanced on to the man sitting next to me I felt animated. Let's just don't mention why. Ofcourse it was my first time left alone.... let alone with a man...with Neil. He too had stolen some glances at me but for past few seconds he was engaged in some deep thoughts about those dry fruits in his hands...I guess. And for me I took it as a cue to watch him closely. We were sitting close to each other merely a feet away. I think we both didn't felt the need to observe the distance anymore. In just a matter of few days we had crossed those formalities.

His not so deliberately tousled natural black lush hair, his straight Greek nose,well defined jawline with stubble ....his lips...his ear everything that made his perfect face.
Never I saw him in a slicked back hairstyle, never in any expensive tuxedos but his powerful aura was enough to make him respectable and stand out.

I saw his jaw clenching. I took it as another cue to stop gawking and transferred my vision to the windows. He asked me about Ny and for the first time I am satisfied with the reply I gave for the FAQ. Whenever Ny was bought up to the picture....it was usual for me to take a walk back to the past to the collection of beautiful memories of us together. I was in the process when I was shot with yet another question. That was not at all a FAQ. But I don't know why I felt that when I will answer this question I am going to encounter another string of questions.  I remembered his jealousy to a painting..... The night is long why not play a bit. All of a sudden I thought about my yesterday's decision to sort out my inner turmoil about us...about him and me. Oh boy you don't know how much I want to know what's beneath those firm broad chest have in store for me.

The question was about Nathan. He strangely found similarity of Ny's name to Nathan's I mean their surnames are same. I never bought up Nathan in any of our conversation...even me...myself forgot about him....oh I still feel guilty.
Ofcourse Neil is a businessman so he may knew him or might have heard about him. It can be a simple doubt but I don't know why I couldn't quite agree with my own conclusions. But my inner voice suggested me to use this chance to my favour.

"Do you know him... Yes he is the brother of Ny. Umm....
............................................My boyfriend"

Yes that was my reply to his query 'if Ny  was by any chance related to Nathan. 'I just .....spiced up my answer...

But I think I just went a bit overboard. OMG.... Did I really hammer a nail into his heart. My throat went dry and I just lowered my eyes. Here I thought of playing and I did play with his feelings and once again I was guilty. I couldn't even meet his eyes. He was beyond hurt. The Need to clarify myself and my words rushed like a cyclone that....I stammered.

"I...umm..mean...he was my boy...friend...oh no...that's not it is... "
With every words I was slipping further and His face flickered with different emotions. I stopped....took deep breath and steadied my heartbeat that went wild for him.

"Nathan.... is Ny's brother. As Ny... Nathan too was there with me from my childhood. He was my prom date. "
He was looking at me urging me to speak further. I couldn't think coherently since I was looking at his hurt filled eyes.

"Then why did you say he is your boy friend"

"I meant 'boy'.....'friend' The only boy I am friends with and who knows me well and who cares for me."