I love you is an understatement ( part 4 ), a short story by JustA. Date added: 2012-07-04. Times viewed: 1313.
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He lifted his forehead and unclasped my body from his. he settled his hands on my waist. I felt instantly empty without his arms around me. Vanessa, get a grip! I mentally woke myself up and realised how completely stupid I had been to just let go like that. You just met him! I shook my head side to side , feeling shameful and disappointed with my unrestrained lust. I let go of his nape and settled my hands at my sides.
He held my face in his palm, “ why are u frowning?, “ he asked me. I look into his eyes, trying hard to see what he saw in me. I only saw concern.
“ Because im upset at myself, “ I told him feeling vulnerable. I couldn’t stand being this close, seeing the taxi approaching from the corner of my eye, I hauled it to stop,stepping away from Adam. I saw confusion and hurt from his expression when I went into the cab without saying a single word or a backward glance.
I was staring into space the whole car ride to my house. I felt numb and confuse and troubled.
As we reached my front lawn, I realised that I didnt have my bag with me. I mentally cursed myself for being as foolish as that , not because my belongings and phone was in that bag, but because of the fact that it gave Adam an opportunity to see me. And no doubt he will.
I went it to get money, unlocking the door with a spare key I left under one of the large pots, knocking off some off the pots and paid off the taxi driver, who look at me curiously at my behaviour.
Locking the door behind me, I headed to my toilet, stripped and step into the shower.
Feeling better, dressed in an oversize sweatshirt and a pair of yoga pants, i dropped on my sofa like a log. Taking off my glasses and letting my hair rest in peace without any hairband.
About 8 o’clock, I woke up from my sleep with a start, hearing the doorbell and a few heavy knocks on the front door. Who on earth was so impatient? As I walked to the front door, I realised that it was raining heavily and the angry shout of thunder. I opened the door and saw the sight of an uninvited visitor, soaking wet, his shirt clung to his chest and his hair dripping with water.
“ can I come it ?” , Adam asked wearing no emotions on his wet face. I nodded and let him in.
He stood at the doorway handing me my handbag. I took it from him and he stole my wrist refusing to let it go. “ why did you leave like that? “ , he asked softly , saying it in that manner , thinking that maybe I wouldn’t respond had he said it differently.
“ I had to go. I had things to do and I , “ I lied terribly, speaking too fast at the same time ,” was so ….”
“ Vanessa, you are a terrible liar , “ he said to me .
I looked at him, pleading with my eyes to not do this to me but he seemed to not understand with what he saw in my eyes. He let go of wrists though. Feeling somewhat guilty that he was caught in the rain because of trying to give back my bag, “ Wait here” I told him walking into my room, getting a few towels and the clothes I bought for my brother when he appeared at my doorstep , bashed up and bloody from a fight. He stayed a couple of days without packing any clothes.
As I walked into the living room, I saw Adam looking at the few pictures I had on the mantel, he was looking at my picture with my mum, smiling at it. Feeling my presence, he turned with the picture frame in his hand, his smile fading, looking at me, as if trying to find that small happy and loving girl in the picture in me. He put the picture back to its place.
I walked to the couch and put the towel and clothes on it. I didn’t look at him while I said “ You can get yourself dried and changed in the toilet , its down the hall to your left.”
I saw him take the things and headed towards that direction. I turned so that my back was facing him, as he walked closer, I felt him stop behind me, staring at my back. I walk towards the kitchen , feeling the need to wash my face. I tied my hair using the hairband on my wrist. Then I heard the toilet door shut and the tap turned on.
I was still by the sink with my hands on the counter, needing some balance after I thought of what had happen earlier in the afternoon and the fact that the man responsible for those passionate kisses that went beyond my imagination was in my house. I was afraid of something like that would happen again or even more. There was too much at stake. I needed to get him out of here ASAP.
Since I was six, I learn that men take woman’s feelings lightly. I witness this from my parent’s marriage. Even before my father left all of us with nothing behind, it was already a failure. He didn’t support my mother who had worked like a dog for most of her life . I never saw her having anytime off, always working, not once had I seen her sit down and watch a movie. She was always doing something. To put it in short, my father was a jerk, who never worked hard for anything, constantly relying on my mother’s paycheck. He didn’t take care for her, he didn’t care about her, nor did he care for his children. He was selfish and an arrogant bastard who was all talk in life but was capable of doing nothing.
So, I didn’t believe any man was capable or responsible enough. My stepdads were slightly better by a narrow margin. They care for their children but they cheat and to put it plainly never man enough. You might say I am being ridiculous for having this stereotypical perception on men but after what I had witness in my life whether it was my mother’s relationship or my aunt’s and uncle’s, I just didn’t believe in the idea of marriage, of belonging to someone, of loving someone eternally and of relying on another. For me, life didn’t work that way. You had to earn to get what you want, nothing is for free.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t realise that Adam had entered my kitchen looking at my back. Feeling his eyes on me, I took my glasses, put them on and turn to face him, across my island with a smile on his face. His optimism was so startling that I couldn’t help but smile too.
“ You look like a teacher in those glasses. Cute.” He sat down on the stool and watch me fix my glasses.
“ I look like a dork, “ I laughed nervously at his comment.
“So…. “ he paused , “ do u have anything to eat ? im starving.”
“ Hold that thought was I fix something for you” , I started to turn around to the fridge hearing him asked “ where does your mum live? Does she stay close by?”
“ yeah, she’s 15 mins away from me. Living with my sister and stepdad “ , I said while putting bread , salami and some salad on the island. Going back to the fridge taking a bottle of olive oil , a block of butter and mustard, I asked him where was his mum.
“ She died 6 years ago. My dad is the only one around and my younger brother, “ he said carefully. I looked at him through my glasses, pity in my eyes and sadness in his.
“ I’m sorry. She must have been really beautiful if u look anything like her”, I said. After a second I cursed myself saying something like that. Wanting to change the subject, I asked him about his brother. “ How old is your brother? Is he still in school?”
“He’s 18. Home schooled, “ he smiled knowing the drastic change of subject.
“ Oh , that’s odd in this time. Why? Is he bullied in school?”, i joked while toasting the bread and slicing the salad.
“ Yes. He is autistic so my dad didn’t really agree with him going to school with other kids.”
I looked at him once again , finding him looking at my intently with those brown eyes. He was watching how I would react towards the things he was saying.
“ I agree, “ clearing my throat. “ Tell me how your dad is like.”
His face seem to light up at that. He told me so many things about his dad between chewing. How his father use to play soccer in the house with him and his younger brother, how they broke so many vase , how his mum would yell at the three of them then feel bad afterwards to result to treating them to a delicious dinner. His father was a loving man, who was never afraid of showing affection, who often give people hugs, that he added, it used to freak out his friends. Adam was proud of his father and clearly from how he talked about him, Adam love him dearly
I smiled all the while he talked, laughing occasionally when he joked how goofy his dad was until he asked me a question. “ So how about you? What’s your dad like?”
I pasted a plastic smile on my face and said a little bit too casually , “ He left when I was a six. Never saw him since. “
Adam’s expression completely changed, sorry in his eyes, “ I’m sorry I asked .”
“It’s fine, you didn’t know. Don’t be sorry, I’m not. ” I turned bringing the plate with me to wash the dishes. I heard him coming around the island and felt his breath on my neck.
“Thank you for the sandwich. You don’t have to do that. Let me, “ he said low at my ear. I felt the hair on my neck raise at his baritone voice. I didn’t dare to turn around and face him.
“its okay. You sit . Anyways , you saved my life today by returning my bag. I wont have to worry about losing my ID and contacts, “ I said , sounding breathy. He was still behind me, so close.
His hands crept to my waist and he turned me around to face him but I resulted to face his chest. I finally realised how fitting the shirt was against his chest, how it made his chest more define thru the cloth. He smelled so good. I chuckled thinking that it would have been funny had he smelled flowery.
He tilted my chin with his fingers. “whats so funny?”
“I was thinking how funny it would have been if u used my flowery soap and smell like me, “I admitted with a big smile on my face.
Adam laughed, throwing his head back and pulled me with him. I was now leaning on him while he leaned against the island with my palms on his chest. He felt warm and so firm.
“ I don’t know what it is but the glasses on your nose makes you look hot, “ he said low against my neck. He started placing small kisses there. I tilted my head to the side
“ You think I’m hot? I don’t believe that, “ I said breathless then a sudden gasp when he nibble on the skin of my neck. He chuckled and pressed me closer until I felt all of HIM.
“ Why not? You look beautiful without all those heavy make ups women like to wear. And you smell like sugar and berries. You taste , “ kissing my lips, “ so “ , he kissed longer, “ good. “
I don’t know why but every time his lips touch mine, I cant seem to push away. I wanted him to such an extent that it scared me. I didn’t want to lose myself, what I had worked for and most of all, I couldn’t risk opening up and submitting completely to anyone.
But I am a woman. A 20 year old virgin who never had a guy who made her feel like she was the most beautiful thing on earth and got her so aroused beyond limit. Adam made me feel that way.
“Vanessa, “ his husky voice said to me. He looked into my eyes, staring into their brown depths. Whatever he saw made him smile.
He continued kissing my lips with such passion that I sagged against him. I felt him reach around and lifting both my thighs putting them around his waist. He lifted me and carried me to the couch as though I weight nothing where he gently sat down on the couch eventually laying down and bringing me with him so that I was splayed across his body.
“ Wait, “ he said rising from the seat, just as breathless as I was. “ Let me take these off, “ he proceeded to take my glasses off my nose and gently placing it on the coffee table next to the couch, pulling at my hairband so my hair would come loose and leaning back on the couch taking my hands in his and stroking them with his.
My vision was very blurr that I said, “ I cant see your face,” trying in vain to see his eyes.
He pulled me down to him making my hair fall and rest against his chest, “ Better?” and continued making sweet love to my lips, kissing them with soft gentle motions until I became dizzy with passion. He kissed me harder and I felt like I couldn’t breath. He plunge and retreated his tongue in my mouth claiming every corner, tasting me as though I was the most delicious thing in the world while holding my face in my palm and the other running his fingers thru my black hair. I moaned against his lips and press closer to him that he groaned in result.
We continued like that for hours until my lips were pink and swollen and I had even left a hickey behind his ear that made him take short breaths afterwards and he punished me by sucking on my neck until I pleaded for him to kiss my lips again.
I never kissed anyone that long before and never met a man who could kiss like that. I was beginning to forget why I didn’t want him here in my house.
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