Luke Logan

Chapter 8

It can’t be, can it? I asked myself

I walked over to take a closer look and the door opened, and I saw him starting to make his way to me. 

I was mesmerized. My heart started racing and I could feel it trying to break out of my chest.

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok... That you got home safely if you decided to go home” He said as he held me captive with his Grey eyes.

How sweet of him. I have to admit, I was happy to see him.  

“I’m ok thanks”, I replied, “I was just about to call a cab.”

“Please let me take you home. It’s late and it’s unsafe to take a cab alone”  he said as he placed his hand on the small of my back and ushered me to the passenger side of his car. My body instantly reacting to his touch as I desperately try to keep a straight face and breathe.

I was not about to argue, I was just too happy to see him. He’d been on my mind all night, being around him would surely give my mind a break. I missed him and for once it seemed as though the universe was finally listening to me and actively trying to make me happy.

Once again, he’d opened the door for me and gestured for me to get into the front  passenger seat. 

He helped me into the car and made his way around the car to the driver’s side.

He got in the car. I don’t know why I even bother calling it a car, let’s face it, it’s an expensive beast. 

He’d barely closed the door when he started asking me about my night. 

“‘How was your night or should  I rather ask How your date was?”

“It was great thank you”. I don’t even know why I said that. I was miserable. Then again I couldn’t exactly tell him that I spent the whole evening thinking about him. 

 We drove in silence, until I realized that he hadn’t even asked me where I live. 

“Do you even know where you’re going?” I asked 

“Sorry no, I completely forgot to ask. Where do you live?” 

“Keep going straight, turn left at the fifth traffic light, then take the second right and.....” before I could finish my sentence he touched my thigh, which instantly  shut my mouth and made my breath hitch. He asked that I enter the address into the GPS. 

He kept his hand on my thigh for a while, until I touched it. He quickly moved it and swiftly apologised.  I wish he’d kept it there. I only touched it because I also wanted to touch him, to make sure that he really was there and that all of this was not a dream. It was as if his hand belonged there, having his hand on my thigh felt natural. His hand on my thigh was definitely the highlight of my day. It felt so good, so right.

We both stared at the open road ahead and we continued to drive in silence. It was a comfortable silence, a very rare treat. We drove to the sound of the tyres against the wet tar surface and the unassuming voice of his GPS system. 

My thigh still tingling from where he had laid his hand.

All I could do was stare at his reflection in my window. Captivated by his now sorrowful eyes.  I just wanted to reach out and hold his hand. To let him know that it was ok. That I actually liked it when he touched me. To get over myself and finally confess that I spent the whole night thinking about him and that a part of me was hoping to see him again or at least get to hear his voice.  

We got to my apartment block. I reached for my remote and let us in. Directed him to my parking spot. I don’t even know why I did that. We sat there in silence for a few minutes until I thanked him for all his help tonight. As I was about to open the door he asked to walk me to my door. 

Who was I to argue? 

We walked towards the elevator. We waited patiently for the elevator. I secretly wished that it would never arrive, so that I could spend more time with him. Sure we weren’t saying much, but being in his presence, getting lost in in scent, was enough for me. I could get used to this.

When the elevator arrived he took my hand and led me into the elevator, I instinctively held on. We walked in to the elevator, he did not let go of my hand until he asked me which floor I lived on. “Fifth” I said, weirdly upset that he let go of  my hand. I immediately yearned for is warmth, his touch. He pressed the number 5. Took two strides and was leaning on the back wall of the elevator next to me. Our hands unconsciously reached for one another and all was well with the world again.  

We reached my floor in seconds.

I was mentally kicking myself for not pouncing on that apartment that opened up on the 10th  floor when I had the chance last year. I would have enjoyed 5 more floors of his intoxicating scent and us holding hands.

He gently ushered me out of the elevator, “5H” I  said. He walked me to my door and he must have realized that he’d been holding on to my hand the whole time and he abruptly let it go. 

I dug in my bag and searched for my key and unlocked the door. With my back against the door I turned and looked at him. I was again met by those soulful and mysterious eyes, that seemed to be holding me in place while he searched my soul.

“Thank you for everything you did for me tonight. “ I finally said as I broke the trance. “I am  sorry for snapping at you earlier today.” I said, trying to drag the conversation out for as long as I could so that he could stay with me.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m glad I was there to help. You probably have a busy day tomorrow. I’ll leave you to get some rest.”  He said, his eyes glued to my lips.

I too wasn’t paying attention, I couldn’t take my eye off his lips too. So full, moist and pink and ready to be ravaged. I am imagining them gently touching mine and blessing me with pleasure, sensually awakening the woman in me who has not  been kissed in 4 years. Man I can’t wait to taste his lips.

“Ahummm” was all that came out of my mouth, as I felt the heat and chemistry build between us, My eye fixated on his lips, wondering how they tasted

He finally broke out of our trance and turned around to leave. I don’t know what got into me, as he turned around, I held his hand, forcing him to turn around. I  drew him in closer and pecked his cheek. Not once, but twice lingering on his cheek with very peck. I closed my eyes, savouring each peck and the sensations that they sent rippling through my body, causing my core to pulsate. I could not look him in the eye as bid him farewell. 

Without any further thought, I strode into my apartment, closed the door behind me, fell onto my couch, held my pillow tight, wishing it was  him, until I fell asleep.