Tarzan (Rated R)

Chapter 11 - Can you hold me again?

Deep cerulean blue, I can see me swimming in them, darkest depths of the ocean with beautiful colored fish and dolphins, How I have missed those eyes. My orbs trace every bit of his face trying to find a flaw in all this time, nothing, just as I remembered him, golden hair that simmer with any lighting, straight nose, plumb lips and jawline. Mimicking my moves he stares at me in awe, expressing calm and intent almost as if he couldn't believe I was right in front of him.

By that point, w******d didn't occur to me, this was a feeling of my own, however it is very relatable, am I even breathing? s**t no.

Softly inhaling a mini breath my eyes blinked, blinking out a few drops of tears, when were they brimming? Before I knew it my eyes leaked with uncontrollable tears, Rowan than tried to go around to me when I held up a hand to keep the distance, he can't be close to me right now, I don't think my heart could take it.

Still-fully he backed away slowly, hands on his side with those wistful eyes.

"Jane " he breathed, turning my body to melted butter from the deep German voice that flowed out of his throat, rich and thick with a slight emotion of pain, was that pain? I can hear pain. Was he hurt?

"Please, S-Stop" my hands still in the air keeping the distance, if I drop them my whole guard will drop.

Just as I was getting over him, just as I was ready to forget and move forward with my life, I had long accepted he had forgotten about me and this mini trip was going to prove it all but here he is, all masculine and beautiful with those strong arms and biceps ready to tear through the shirt. How dare he? Make me feel alive for that short amount of time with the best s*x of my life only to disappear in the last minute, a simple goodbye would have put me at peace, at least I would have known where we stand and if it was even worth it to go try and see him again.

"R-Rowan" normal women are able to look at men in the eye and speak properly, not my ass. God saying his name is so tough just forming the R sound and my knees are ready to collapse, it's like the letter is heavy, either that or my heart is the one that needs to be checked.

Deep blue eyes never falter, I remember that stare. "H-how are y-you, Wh-what are you?" In talk as if he can understand me.

Just then the door springs open earning a little squeal from me, "Rowan did you-" sultry and radiant it was, just like his grandmother. In she walked 'Fully dressed' thank goodness; midnight hair combed out to its maximum length flatly laying on her back, smoky eyes with red lips, dark red bust down dress that hugged her curves and accommodates her slightly tanned skin.

Gaahdamnn.

My jaw nearly tore for two reasons, one they both look completely different than the first time I met them, two they both look amazing, was that perfume? I know she has adjusted to the modern era -but what was Rowan's story?

She made it clear he is not interested in today's society, yet upon looking at the both of them, it looked like they owned half of New York.

Staring at me in awe "Jane dear, how are you? It's been so long" cautiously she walks up to me. Though I am looking at her my heart beats for the man next to her, of all the color my eyes are seeing the cerulean blue in the corner are my favorites.

"Y-you are, w-what " I fight to speak, but it's tough under guys eyes, it's hard being in the same room with them especially with her, the guilt boils deep in my stomach, I can't look at her in the eyes knowing what me and her grandson have done, the places, oh my and the juices that were left behind in her rock dorm, hopefully no one has discovered the

'Blue- light' down there.

With those memories resurfacing I swallow hard with the way my body is reacting.

"You look beautiful Jane, and fully healed I am so happy to run into you again."

Like an i***t I bounce my head up and down like a dog, looking around my shop drinking in the decor she huffs a smile "Rowan refused to give up" She muttered lowering her head to giggle, I Hadn't even noticed the voluminous lashes; so dark and curved.

God I am lacking on my femininity.

"Jane" Rowan breathed out to me once more, the memories of him moaning and groaning in my ear made my p***y lick, the sight of him made me hungry, it was tough to not lick my lips. I'm Hesitant but managed to only look at him for a mere second.

In the corner of my eyes, I see the grandmother glancing at the both of us curiously, with no words uttered from neither one of us, a thickened air of awkward kicked into to high gear, both their eyes remain on me, I can't utter a single word but stand there looking at anywhere but those eyes.

I Lost all feelings in my arms, body and ability. I can't speak, yet my mind is screaming a thousand words, so much I want to say and so much I want to do -but not with the eyes of his grandmother peering down on me.

few silent moments passed, and she cleared her throat "You must be tired Jane, we will come pick up the flowers another time." remorsefully she looks at me slowly backing away slithering her hand onto Rowans bicep, who's eyes never faltered from my body.

"I-I'm sorry" I breath out "I am just shocked to see you guys is all," I smirked.

"That's ok, I bet you didn't plan on ever seeing us again, especially dressed this way." the older lady spoke laughing softly, it dawned on me than, even after she saved my life, I never knew her name.

I was planning on returning just to give Rowan a piece of my mind for not dumping me properly.

Is what I wanted to say, but gave a soft laugh, "You both look amazing, are you here to pick up some flowers?" is what I was able to mutter.

"Yes dear, my fiancé actually left them for Rowan to pick up."

my eyes can't help but glance at him right under his neck when his name is spoken, yet the momentary glance gave me a second to process the words that are still lingering in the air.

Fiancé? Pickup?

Are they here to pick up?

"Are you here to pick up-"

"My fiancé left me some lilies and Rowan was here to grab them" she speaks looking around.

My eyes furrowed glancing at the flowers near me, could those be the flowers that Mr. Jim came by for earlier. "By any chance were they-"

'He didn't tell us the name however he said speak to the lovely young lady at the counter." she says coming closer, leaving Rowan behind who's eyes are still on my body.

"Hang on one second" I say leaning down to get the flowers, I felt my heart leap painfully upon standing up, with no sounds Rowan somehow appeared right in front of the counter.

"Bagsa" she yells at Rowan who seems to have startled her too from the slight jump.

With pinky that word my brain clicks putting all the puzzle pieces together, the smell from Mr. Jim, the mysterious woman, the grandson. Holy cow, she is marrying Mr. Jim. And she is here, with Rowan.

"Your Mr. Jim's Fiancé" I gasp.

"Yes, that is my future husband, I may be old but I still got it" she winks.

Again, I fight to not throw up.

I seem to have found my words "congratulations" I exclaimed "how did you guys meet? How did he find you?" If I'm being honest, the real question I wanted to ask were.

How did he stumble into your Green Inferno show, and how did Rowan agree to come along?

"We are running quite late dear, but we would love it if you could come over for dinner." She eyes me and Rowan who just kept staring at me not saying a word, the dark and quiet really is sexy on him.

Glancing at the two I smiled and nodded slowly earning an even wider smile from Rowan, was he smiling to me nodding something or he could understand?

"Lovely, I will see Jim back to give you the details okay dear."

Having to tug on Rowan to make him move as she started heading for the door, just as she was walking away the flowers in the vase came into my view.

"Oh, wait your flowers,"

"Bring them with you, to dinner, thank you".

With that she exists only leaving him in the store with me, Rowans hand holding the door open wide enough for the coldest breed to come through, my heart leaped at the sight then, the breeze went through him brushing his hair back in the process, the clothing on him blows back accentuating his muscles even more than before. I feel my face slowly falling into the daze of my heart, eyes softening to the view.

Upon seeing my state, He smirked one last time, disappearing into the night, a light of a car lightens the cold dark street where tiny snow falls slowly under the luminescence of the yellow. I watch the car drive away pulling me back into reality in the process.

I fell to my knees with a thud, a hand still holding onto the counter with the other over my heart, I'm out of breath and my bones are shaking. Oh. My. Gosh.

So many thoughts run through my mind, where? When? Why and how? It's as if I spoke him into existence, I thought Cavemen hated the cold, yet those two were clearly non bothered.

"Oh Rowan" I breathed into the silence, I feel like a schoolgirl seeing her crush, he was here in front of me, was it all a dream? Was this faith? Has my Guardian Angel quit mocking me?

Just as the daze came, it had slowly diminished, leaving me with a herd of questions, why was he even here? How long had they been here? Just what is going on.

***

'Hooooooonnnk'

"Out of the way you Moron".

Jeez that man is a d**k, but who can blame him, I'm walking but not paying attention to anyone or anything around me, All I see Is Rowan, I can still feel the raging of my heartbeat, now it's hard to forget him. This was the problem, this is the exact reason why I was going to go there to confirm every- that sounds dumb now, if I were to approach him or see him with anyone else, or anyone at all, how would I have reacted?

I hadn't noticed I entered my apartment until my nose popsicle started melting, why is it so dark in here?

Jeez, it's 1 in the morning and I'm wondering why it's dark. No wonder I'm a laughingstock of the heavens.

I'm making my way to my room imagining how I am going to be able to sleep tonight with this adrenaline in my veins when I caught a shadow in the darkness, the f**k. Turning on the lights my intestines fell to my ass hole, Justine on the couch cross legged in her spandex and bra. Skin paler than ever now that the sun has been elusive for a while she looked like a ghost.

"Girl what the hell." I breathed taking a step back to find any balance of footing.

"Did you honestly think I'd forget, w***e?"

Large thick lips growing wider along with her eyes, as if she wasn't already creepy enough, who the hell ambushes someone like that? Furrowing my brows to confusion it dawned on me then, oh that's right, I told on myself from the messages, crap.

Patting the seat on the couch next to her I forfeited and made my way over, or else she would have literally slept with me until I spoke, believe me she would have done the most until I spewed.

In all honesty I never thought to tell Justine of my adventures while in the village, a part of me felt horrible seeing as though they went through hell while I was getting my organs rearranged in every sort of positions, which by the way would be good for yoga down the line, I literally felt like a new person after each session. Most importantly would she even believe that a 27-year-old man swings from vines landing on top of women creaming and foaming up their areas.

Wow, that should be a porn-skit, I stare off into nothing like talking to my self onto the imaginary microphone, "Snap out of it" Justine's fingers coming together in my ear pull me back to reality. Adjusting her body to my angle with her legs crossed legged on the couch she taps on my shoulders playfully.

'Who is it?" Her smile growing wider as she sneers.

It's a mental battel between my brain and heart, what was the point of it all really? a part of me is embarrassed, how am I supposed to tell her? In fact, do I even want to tell her the full story? Justine would understand if there were things that I didn't want to share just yet, staring into her orbs I wanted to cry, Justine has always done her best to include me in everything, never letting me feel left out of anything intentionally. Where do I even begin?

"Yea, so basically, he is the Rowan that saved me from nearly getting mauled by that Mountain lion, I fell for his looks and busted my legs wide open so he could drill that train into my hole only to have him ghost me in the end".

I wanted to punch myself in the teeth, God how cringey, Knowing Justine the Romanian rage within her would have set off, but I will not leave her in the dark especially when she has done to much for me, clearing my throat, "let's just say he my own personal w*****d boyfriend" I geeked, playfully looking around.

Her eyes couldn't have gotten wider, and frankly it was scaring the s**t out of me "Where, when and how?" her face leans into mine.

"How about this, you will meet him personally".

"Ahhh, he's here?? in New York?"

"Save the questions for when you meet him." I'm convinced my mouth is moving no its own, I need to get out of there before it gets too much, pecking her forehead " Goodnight little nosey angel."

"Is he the one that makes you wet?" the low of her voice set the temperature in my body, halting all my movements; seductive and soft, like a lullaby of sirens. Crap, she's setting a trap.

Turning around normally to not keep my knees strong, I watch as how she slithers herself upwards off the couch, "don't think I don't notice the way you walk after you had an orgasm, I only know because I walk the same way." voice low and breathy her body gets closer to me, yet I won't falter.

"Is he the one the makes you moan? Is he the one the makes your p***y ache?" she speaks into my ear; I feel her fingers leaving feathery touches on my arm.

Turning my head to the side, our lips mere inches from each other softly breathing, our eyes deep in contact I smirked "nice try, but I haven't yet thawed out from the cold" I whispered against her lips.

The both of us break into a pit of laughter, roaring and wheezing "You better bring him over soon," she states pointing a finger in my face walking over to the room.

Breathing out a sigh of relief I trudge towards mine, heart rate doing a full 180.