He sat in the dark living-room, watching as the rain fell, droplet by droplet down the windowpane. He couldn’t sleep. All he could think about was her. She was out there somewhere with another man. Was she having a good time? Did she have any idea of how much this was hurting him?
It was after mid-night. He should hit the sack but he couldn’t sleep. He dragged his fingers through his hair, his expression drawn. Why did he have to go and fall in love with her? Life was less complicated when they were just friends. Then, one night, they were goofing around and the next thing he knew they were kissing wildly. They ended up in bed. Immediately after, she got dressed and got out of there fast.
For several weeks she avoided him. She didn’t return his calls or answer his texts and emails. And when he finally got through to her, she informed him that she was going on a date with some guy a co-worker set her up with. When he asked her about what happened between them, she said that it was a mistake and that they should cool things off for a while. That hurt like hell. After she hung up, he went to a bar and got plastered.
The next morning, he woke up with a terrible hangover. How he managed to get through the day, he had no idea. As soon as five o’ clock rolled around, he walked out of the office. He was tempted to go to a bar but headed straight home. When he got in, he fixed himself something to eat but had to force himself to eat it. After he cleaned up, he took a long, hot shower.
He tried to read but couldn’t concentrate. He went on his laptop for a while but ended up going on his Facebook page to look at pictures of them together. They looked so happy. Agitated, he logged off and got up from the desk. He went back into the living-room, turned on the television but he was distracted. He turned it off and switched off the lights. It was ten-thirty when he climbed into bed. He lay on his back. Outside the rain was falling. He could hear it hitting against the window. He closed his eyes but sleep evaded him. He glanced at the clock. It was eleven-fifteen.
Throwing off the covers, he climbed out of the bed and left the room. He went into the drawing-room and sat down on the sofa. He watched the rain droplets running down the windowpane. At first, he thought he had imagined it. Then, he heard it again–faint. Someone was ringing the doorbell. He got up and went to see who it was. His eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat when he saw who it was. He opened the door. His eyes ran over her. She was drenched.
“You’re soaking wet,” he exclaimed as he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her inside. After he closed the door, he took her into the bedroom. He turned on the light. “You need to get out of that wet dress. While you do that I’ll get you a towel to dry your head.”
He went and got a towel and took it back to the room. He handed it to her. She took it. “Haydn, I’m sorry…”
“For what?” he asked, his expression tense as his eyes met hers.
“For the way I’ve been treating you.”
“When I wanted us to take our relationship to the next level, you made it painfully clear that you didn’t.”
She dropped the towel on the bed. “I haven’t been honest with you. After what happened between us that night, I panicked. I didn’t know how to handle it so I needed a break.”
“I could understand you needing a break but why did you have to go on a blind date? Do you have any idea how much that hurt me?”
“I’m sorry, Haydn.” She moved towards him.
“Is that why you came? To apologize?”
“Yes and to tell you that I’m ready to take our relationship to the next level if you still want to.” She was standing very close to him now, looking up at him.
His eyes darkened on her upturned face and reaching for her, he moaned thickly, “Of course, I still want to. Oh, Malika…” He held her tightly against him as he kissed her passionately. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
As they exchanged kisses, he backed her over to the bed. Then, he broke off he kiss long enough to strip and undress her before they were under the sheets making love love. Outside the rain continued to fall.
He later found out that Malika had changed her mind and didn’t go on the blind date. The two friends became lovers and the following year, they got married.
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