INEXPLICABLE - Phase 2: Choice_ Chapter 6

 

Phase 2: Choice

Chapter 6

(*Warning: Sensitive Content and Intimacy)

Her: Short fuse and Sting ray

Did I lose my mind from all the salty beach breeze? I just outed myself to him. I had thought about getting my life back on the normal road on many occasions. My family has indicated directly and indirectly about being open to people. That was their way of telling me to date again. My friends on the other hand have outrightly said that cobwebs occupy my bits due to inactivity. For more than a year, I felt the time was not right. Not that I had people lined up at my door. There were a couple of guys but I shut them down because I wasn't ready for anyone. Was I ready now? Did the rich and famous musician wear me down? It sounds horrible when I put it like that. Is it a celebrity crush or something to do with feeling an enormous warm cloud descending upon my heart whenever I see him smile? I am not going to sit around waiting to find out. It doesn't mean I would fall all over him but he was in my room, professing his intentions. I was not going to deny it either. I looked at him and he stood with his hands on the hip. The fact that his shirtless half bothered my heart upset me and I was on the edge.

Now, what?

You tell me. It is you who came to my room.

Yeah.. yeah..

Seeing him hook his palm over the back of his neck, eyes shut tight definitely meant he had no clue what to do and was just as confused as me. So, I decided to speak first.

So, we've established we both want to kiss. Right?

What a romantic way to put it! You're going all lawyer on me now?

Got any other bright ideas?

No. But, I sure as hell don't want my ideas dissected and prodded by the Constitution.

That was uncalled for. He always said things like these when he was upset. I didn't want clinical romance like he implied. My anger shot up and I wanted to give back to him.

Why don't you refer to your photos that got leaked? Maybe that will give you some ideas.

Sh*t, why did I say that? He did not expect that one bit. He sat on the bed and looked at me, smile-less. He pinched the center of his brows for a couple of seconds. Why did I have to bring that up? I went closer to him and sat on the chair.

God, I am sorry. I lost it for a second and said nasty things. I know that hurt you. I shouldn't have. Sorry. Really sorry.

There was silence. My rambling began.

We keep doing this to each other again and again, Ady. I enjoy ribbing you but I took it too far in the process. I have no idea what's happening to me. I never hurt people like this. Except when at the courthouse, I kind of cannot care about it. When it comes to you, I guess I am highly nervous. You are not just some random guy at the bar or a colleague or flat neighbor who asked me out casually. I guess I am just being a big baby, unable to express my feelings or scared about things that haven't happened yet. I am extremely sorry.

I hung my head low and focused on the carpet pattern. I won't be surprised if he walked out right now. His hand crept into mine.

Three guys hit on you? Was it after the flight?

I looked at him in shock. He broke into a playful smile that dismembered my heart.

It is not funny.

It kind of is. You are a firecracker, you know that? Too fast to burst, then wallowing in smoke.

I am not.

You so are. That's why you are so interesting.  You have no idea how I like you being so open to me. Until today, my friends and family have not brought up that scandal with me. No questions were asked, no fights, and not even a bit of advice given. That sucked for me. They care too much about me but they don't question me on anything or call me out for my mistakes. So, your yelling was on some level what I have wanted for a long time.

I don't know what to say.

You are speechless? My my! Let me check if the tides outside have stopped mid-air.

Shut up!

Not happening. And, you called me Ady.

I blushed and smiled at him. I sure did call him that. I had no quips now. Looking at his wide grin and enjoying my misery, I stood up to punch him in the shoulder and ended up pushing him onto the bed. He took me along with him. Before I could recover from that fall, he sealed his lips onto mine. 

I didn't have a comeback for that.

Him: Sweet nothings

I woke up with a silly smile painted on my face. Yeah, a man in his 30s can have that too. Last night was..well, a mixed bag of feelings. I kissed her. She let me and she wanted it. My heart rate must have spiked to an all-time high, even more than I feel at my concerts. That was the kind of fever she gave me. After I pulled her into the kiss, she held back a bit. She was tense and struggling. I understood that she was feeling the same emotional intensity as I was. I soothed her with micro hugs, tiny pecks, and my own style of wits. But, she seemed to be most affected by my smile. She kept touching my cheeks and caressing my lips whenever I smiled. I could sense her affection, her honesty, and her hidden love somewhere deep inside. When I left her room and walked out, she showed openly her inability to let me go. She pulled me back in for a long, lingering kiss behind the door. She was a treasure chest that I wanted to keep on stealing from.

I showered and got dressed and went straight to her room. She was ready in a casual skirt and cotton shirt. Her simplicity was attractive.

Good morning, 7B!

She sipped her coffee and winked at me. Ouch, cupid's arrow struck straight into my heart. I took my coffee and sat across from her. I wanted to kiss her again so bad but wanted to let her decide.

Why do you still call me 7B?

Force of habit!

Well, change it. You know my name now.

You do too. Yet, you still called me Ady only once and that was during an argument.

Case in point. I am rectifying it right away.

She set her cup and mine on the table and walked to me. She moved the leg I had crossed over my knee and sat on my lap sideways.

Hi, Ady.

She held my cheek and adjusted the strands of my beard. It felt so natural holding her against my chest. I was overcome with emotion. She felt mine. I hugged her waist and inhaled her scent. She smelled like a tropical island, all coconutty. She tilted my face up and slow-kissed me into a rabbit hole. I had absolutely no will to end it. We kissed like two high school kids, running out of breath yet unable to stop. We had to, at some point.

Now, where were we? Yeah, my name.

I feel weird calling you by my name.

I call you Ady and I don't feel weird.

True. But you are used to Ady being my name. You have known me, for what? 10 years?

Valid point.

So.... I will call you...señorita?

She looked at me questioning but I knew she liked it.

What are your plans today, señorita?

I am going out to another beach, then shopping and lunch.

Alone?

No. With colleagues.

Can I come?

No.

Why not?

Did you finish the beach song?

Why did she have to be a lawyer? Her points are immaculate.

No, that's my plan today.

Good. If you are composing on the beach, make sure you wear a shirt.

Now, why would you say that? Do you not want other women to watch?

As if. I don't care if they watch. You are very watchable.

She never hid her feelings for me. She moved close to my ears.

I just don't want to be kissing your sunburnt skin later.

My heart leaped in my chest. I pulled her into another long kiss. She challenged me, pull for pull, bite for bite. My thoughts ran haywire but she imprisoned them in my mind using her tongue. She was just...inexplicable.

Who are you? Why are you toying with me?

I am your señorita and toying with you is my favorite hobby.

I couldn't believe how we got from being acquaintances yesterday to this today. I loved how easy it was to be with and around her.

I have a favor to ask. She was back to holding my cheek.

Sure. What is it?

Can we keep our little mischief to ourselves for now?

Yeah, we could. But, are we calling it mischief?

Yeah. As much as I hate to fuel your ego,  you are kind of a big deal. Before we talk and know what's between us, I don't want this to get out.

I understand. We can talk tonight after you are back. So, I am a big deal huh?

In your dreams. Get lost. Go do your tune thing. I need to tell you some stuff first and then we'll talk.

We rose and walked to the door.

That sounds ominous. But, okay. You have fun, señorita.

I brushed my knuckles on her cheek. She squeezed her lips sideways and kissed my hand.

You don't have too much fun. Reserve some for me.