Rohan lay in bed, wide awake. He couldn’t sleep. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was fifteen minutes past midnight. Latisha still hadn’t come home. She was out on a date with some guy she met through a co-worker. She had been gone since seven. Was she having a good time? Did she like the guy? Would she go out with him again? All of these questions ran through his mind, arousing jealousy.
He should have taken his friend, Barry’s advice and not share a flat with a woman he was attracted to. “It’s a good thing you’re not in a relationship right now,” Barry said. “No woman would approve of her man living with a woman who looked like Latisha. Hell, if I weren’t already in a relationship, I would go for her myself.” When he saw the expression on Rohan’s face, he laughed and said, “Take it easy, Man. I was just joking.”
It was no use lying there. He threw off the covers and got up. He went over to the window and looked out. The moonlight streaming into the room cast a silvery glow on his naked body. He threw open the window to allow the cool night air to come in. Where was she? Was she on her way home?
Just then, he heard the door and straightening away from the window, he went over to the chest of drawers to take out a pajama pants. He pulled it on. He didn’t bother to put on the shirt. Closing the drawer, he listened to make sure that she was alone. The last thing he needed was for her to bring her date back to the apartment. Satisfied that she was alone, he opened his door just as she was heading toward her room. She stopped, surprised to see him. “I thought you were asleep,” she said. “I hope I didn’t disturb you.”
His eyes traveled over her in the black halter dress which was snug against her body. He glanced away quickly when he felt his face get hot. “No, I was awake,” he mumbled before he walked past her. He went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. He didn’t really need it but it helped to cool him down. He leaned against the counter, trying not to think about her in the darn dress and the way she was looking at his bare torso.
He was relieved that she was finally home but he couldn’t help wondering how the date went. Curiosity got the better of him and he gulped down the rest of the water, rinsed the glass and placed it in the drainer before he headed to her room. The door was slightly ajar and without thinking, he pushed it open and went inside. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her standing there, topless, her nightgown in her hands. Desire swept through him like an inferno. Muttering under his breath, he quickly left the room, closing the door behind him.
In his room, he sank down heavily on the bed, his heart pounding. His body was on fire. He ran trembling fingers through his hair as he tried to steady his breathing. He jumped when he heard a knock on his door.
“Rohan, may I come in?”
He wanted to say no but heard himself say, “Yes.”
The door opened and she went inside. She was wearing her nightgown. “Are you ok?” she asked.
He nodded. “I’m fine,” he lied. “I’m sorry that I came into your room without knocking. It won’t happen again.”
She brushed aside his apology. “No harm done,” she said. He stiffened when she sat down beside him. He could smell her perfume. He could feel her eyes on him but he kept his head straight, staring at the clock.
“How was your date?” he asked after a moment of silence.
“It was fine,” she replied.
“Where did you go?”
“We went for dinner at the new Greek restaurant downtown and then dancing afterwards.”
“Are you going to see him again?”
“Well, it depends.”
He looked at her then. “Depends on what?” he demanded.
“It depends on you.”
He stared at her. “What do you mean?”
“Do you want me to see him again?”
“What does it matter what I want?”
“It matters to me. Now please answer my question. Do you want me to see him again?”
He got up from the bed, agitated. “No, I don’t want you to see him again.”
She looked up at him. “Why not?”
“You know why not.”
“I want you to tell me.”
“I don’t want you to see him again because I’m crazy about you. Are you satisfied now?”
She stood up, smiling and said, “Yes, I am. ” She moved closer to him. “I wasn’t going to see him again, anyway. And do you want to know why?”
He nodded, his heart pounding and his breath quickening. They were standing inches apart.
“I’m crazy about you too. All that time I was with him, I thought about you. I wanted to be here at home with you instead of being on a date. The trouble was I wasn’t sure about how you felt about me until a few minutes ago. I saw the way you looked at me when you came into my room and you must have noticed the way I was looking at you. And now, here we are in your room with the moonlight coming in. It can’t get more romantic than this.”
“No, it can’t,” he agreed thickly before he reached out and pulled her against him, making her catch her breath. He held her tightly against him as he kissed her feverishly, groaning as he felt her eager response. That night, they became a couple.
Source: Huffington Post
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