There’s this thing she does.
When we eat together – or whenever I’m eating something she made, she takes the first dip from the food and eats it, and then puts the second dip in my mouth. Depending on how she’s feeling, she might continue to feed me or she might just allow me continue to eat myself.
I like it either way.
She’s spreading the pasta, smearing sauce that smells just right in the middle of it. She serves food like that, meal in one plate, complimenting sauce in another, toppings; meat and suchlike in yet another. Me, I just dump the whole thing in one plate – whether eba or rice or whatever.
Won’t it mix in the belly?
Still – she likes to do it and I like watching her do it. She takes her time as always, dressing the food as though it is something other than a regular meal. Twirling the fork deep in the pasta, she lifts a huge clump of it and dumps it in her mouth – and then chews…I mean masticates energetically.
I laugh. She laughs too – and we both are laughing.
I hope she doesn’t choke.
She swallows calmly and looks at me, spearing yet another clump of pasta and holding it towards me. I open my mouth and close my eyes – and then she speaks.
“Be careful, babe. It’s still hot.”
I open my eyes, stare deep into hers and receive the food with my tongue. It tastes just like it smells – just right.
I chew carefully – but then there’s a look in her eyes that captures my attention. It’s a look of utter vulnerability – a completely defenceless look into her heart. I see everything clearly – what she’s said and what she hasn’t said. She holds my gaze for a moment – before smiling shyly and lowering her head.
There’s a car racing somewhere close to me – it takes me a moment to realize it’s my pulse. Steadily, I reach for her hand, take the fork out of it with the other hand and hold hers in both of mine.
I clear my throat.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you…”
“Yes?” she answers, eyes saying she’s nervous but trusts me anyway. Her hand is warm; welcoming.
“Will you go out with me?”
I surprise even myself. I see the shock unfurl on her face – before she starts to smile warily. I mean, I could do worse, right?
The last line shocks me out my pretend disinterest.
“What?” I ejaculate quite loudly. “Arrogant?”
She sways over and sits astride me, shorts riding seriously up her thighs. She leans over and kisses me, lips glistening in the dying sunlight streaming through pink curtains. Her mouth envelops mine and I am reminded of the feeling – the sensation of drinking cold water immediately after consuming mint – via toothpaste or Tomtom.
Her mouth is cool.
I kiss her back eagerly – hungrily; I am ashamed to say. It has been some time I have been in such immediate intimate confines with a woman, and I find to my chagrin that my ‘self-control’ diminishes with every encounter I have with this woman.
This last part worries me greatly; and therefore makes it somewhat easier to drag my mouth away from hers.
“Where are you going?” she asks, breasts heaving, evidence of heavily stirred passions. I swallow through a throat that is suddenly quite dry and insert the journal between us. “You did want me to read this,” I say – though admittedly it sounds more like a plea.
The smile on her face tells me she heard a plea. “That’s right. I did ask you to read that.” She makes no move to leave her position. “So read.”
I take a deep breath and open again – and then I remember where…what I was saying before she interrupted.
“Arrogant?!” I ask again, indignation in every bit of my bearing.
I remember that I am a guest in her house – and I look around, searching for her. She’s sitting not too far away, wine glass to her lips while she’s smiling at me. I quickly look away, embarrassed.
She drinks a lot of wine. Wonder why.
I continue reading.
and form my own opinion. Hmmm.
So I do go for the meeting, and while I am not blown away, I am impressed enough to want to meet him under different circumstances. He is quite good looking, and there’s this silence…this quiet around him that makes me want to peek underneath and see if there’s more. I want to get to know him.
This is serious. The guy is tighter than Aso Rock. I like ‘strong and silent’ type men but this guy puts a whole new customized angle on the word ‘silent’. Three hours and all we did is talk about business. I didn’t ask him to lunch to discuss business!
He’s just annoying. When I asked, he told me politely that he does not fraternize with clients so as not to create the wrong impression. Can you imagine this guy? I had to like, get Mina to blackmail him somehow so he would be on that date with me! And I’m beginning to regret that impulse sef.
But something kept me glued to that seat. Something made me want to get him out of that self-imposed shell and show him some things. Something I see in his eyes every time I make a personal remark or try to flirt with him. Something.
The ‘pain’ had been written several times, painted and drawn till it was a big word that stood out on the page. I shudder and keep reading.
Someone hurt this guy, hurt him a lot. He tries to put on a front, act like he does not care…like he’s too self-sufficient. But he’s afraid.
I feel myself turning to mush, and its time to be careful. I don’t want to fall for him out of pity. He has to earn his place in my heart..and maybe in my bed. I like his hands. I like watching him punch things on his phone or laptop. I like watching him chew. The way he dresses, the way he carries himself.
I think he’s secretly arrogant. But we’ll see.