One-Shot Collection - Keanu Reeves.

- 𝗝𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿 -

    "Enjoying the tea, Jonathan?" I softly mutter, his eyes meeting mine.

    He nods slightly, taking a sip of the hot liquid. He places the delicate china on the table, his eyes wandering outside the balcony window.

    "You are a lucky man Jonathan, for you would have froze to death if I didn't come across you" I add, placing my cup of tea down.

    I gaze to his pile of outdoor gear sitting in the corner of my sitting room, desperately trying to dry out.

    A warm fire in the fireplace heats us, making sure we don't freeze from the cold winter night. It's winter storms like these that are the worse.

    Jonathan seems quiet, like he's distracted by something. I've never see him so distant. Usually, we greet each other in town and hold cheerful conversation. But now, he's quiet. Something must be wrong.

    I smooth out my night gown, the silky layers of fabric hugging my skin as my body retreats from the cold.

    I purse my lips, meeting Jonathan's eyes again. His gaze has moved from the window to my nightgown, studying me.

    "Jonathan, say, why where you out so late? Surely something must be troubling you" I press, raising my eyebrows slightly.

    Jonathan sighs, almost as if his chest is collapsing under his white button up and patterned vest.

   His hair is per usual, styled to keep appearance. His deep mocha eyes shine a warm brown against the fire light.

    His eyebrows are furrowed, mouth hesitant. He looks as if he's thinking his words through, recollecting painful memories.

    "Mina and I, we had disagreement. It's hurts to see her so stricken with pain. I wish as if she would understand me" Jonathan quietly mutters, shaking his head slightly.

The tips of my lips turn into a small frown, my fingers nimbly playing with my nightgown fabric. I sigh heavily, not sure how to react.

"Deepest apologies Jonathan, but I'm sure Mina means no harm..." I trail off, attempting to offer my upmost support.

"And for I understand you..." I add, our eyes meeting once again. His looks changes, a more welcoming look burning in his eyes.

"Thank you, I suppose. Perhaps she was just having a moment" Jonathan replies, eyes flickering between me and the fire place.

It was odd to see Jonathan talking about Mina like this. It's odd to hear they fought, period. Mina and Jonathan are deeply in love, or so I assumed.

"Jonathan, it's odd to see this behaviour. I thought you two were madly in love, you are married after all" I admit, sipping my tea once again.

Jonathan shakes his head, sitting up a little straighter in the leather chair. He meets my eyes, a new passion burning in them.

"See, I just don't feel the same as I once did. I don't feel in love as I once was. Mina is a charming girl, she really is, but she doesn't make me feel as I once could" Jonathan retorts softly.

I nod slowly, despite not understanding his rambles. "Jonathan, by what do you mean feel? Don't you feel love when you see her? Don't you feel attracted? Like you want her?" I inquire.

He shakes his head, suddenly moving to the seat between us. He takes in a deep breath, placing his hands on the armrests.

"No, not as I do when I see you" he finally musters out, his gaze burning into me. My cheeks turn hot and pink, a warm feeling pooling in my stomach.

I daydream into his figure for a moment, quickly snapping out of it at the thought of Mina. I shake my head, dismissing his comment.

"Jonathan, it's very lovely for you to say that, but you are a married man" I protest. He places a hand on my knee, leaning in with a honest look.

"Just because I signed a paper that makes me a married man, say, does not mean I feel like one" he admits.

I notice his hand on my knee, smiling weakly. I feel pity for Jonathan, for he feels so lost and confused. He nor Mina know what they want.

He places his free hand in my long curly dark hair, running his fingers through the soft locks that's fall across my face.

"Say, make me feel as Mina once did, please?" Jonathan begs quietly, his husky voice almost a whisper.

I give him a weak look, eyes flickering between his hand on my silk clad knee and lips. A part of me tells me to do it, kiss him, he's asking you to. Another part of me is guilty, all marriages have their ups and downs.

But Jonathan, poor Jonathan, he needs guidance. He needs to make a mistake to show him who he really loves. Sometimes it requires a mistake to know the right way.

I hesitate to lean in, the smell of tea lingering between our close mouths. My eyes lock on his lips, our faces growing closer and closer.

"Jonathan" I mutter, our lips inches away from each other. He shakes his head slightly, our noses grazing each other's momentarily.

"No, do not speak" he says, shutting me down. Before I can protest, he places a hand on my jaw, cupping my face. He places his lips softly on mine, sealing the kiss.

I feel differently about the kiss then I would think. I thought I would hate it, but it's quiet the opposite. I feel butterflies, as if I'm riding a fast horse.

My hand rests on his that sits on my silk knee, our fingers lacing together. The kiss grows more passionate as we hold hand. The heat from the fire and kiss warm us, leaving no room for cold.

I never thought I would kiss Jonathan out of all people, but it feels right. Who thought that the man I warmly greet in the city would be a passionate kiss as well.