Mishael and Me

I’m on my way home after hanging out at the Mall with Janine when I spot Mishael coming down the street towards me. Immediately, my heart begins to pound and I just stand there, watching him, trying to look cool. He looks gorgeous in his expensive charcoal grey suit, matching tie and white shirt. I feel so under-dressed in my white shirt tucked into a jeans with the knees cut out, a light jacket on and a pair of sneakers.

He’s way out of my league, I know but it’s obvious that he’s attracted to me. He’s dating my friend, Janine’s older sister, Cheryl. I met him when the family had a dinner celebrating Janine’s parents’ fortieth wedding anniversary. It was love at first sight the moment I set eyes on him and when Janine introduced us, I was tongue-tied which is very uncharacteristic for me. I couldn’t get over how handsome and charming he was. He was dressed in an expensive black dinner suit with a matching tie and a pale blue shirt. I tried not to stare but it was impossible. He had the most amazing brown eyes and incredible smile. My face felt hot and my pulse was racing when we shook hands.

The rest of the evening was a blur. When we sat down for dinner, several times, my eyes drifted over to where he was and caught him looking at me. Janine was sitting next to me. She leaned over and whispered, “Mishael’s gorgeous, isn’t he? Cheryl has always be lucky to attract men like him. It’s too bad he doesn’t have younger brothers–one for you and one for me.” She laughed and went back to having her salad.

I didn’t answer. I wondered what she would have said if she knew that I wanted him. All evening, we shot furtive glances at each other. On the one occasion when we found ourselves alone together, he leaned over and said, “If only we could leave here and go somewhere where we can get to know each other better.”

I met his gaze, my heart pounding in excitement. I asked, “What about Cheryl?”

What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Then, he said apologetically, “That was a terrible remark. I care about Cheryl and the last thing I want to do is to hurt her. Excuse me.” And he walked away.

I stood there, elated that he wanted to be with me and guilty because when I asked him about Cheryl, it wasn’t out of any consideration of her feelings. For the rest of the evening, he stuck close to her side and I left, disheartened. For weeks, I couldn’t stop thinking about him and wanting him and now, here he is walking towards me.

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“Hello,” he says, his eyes riveted to my face.

“Hello,” I reply, sounding a tad breathless.

“How are you?”

“Fine, thanks. And-and you?”

“Fine, thank you.”

“That’s–that’s good.”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and wondering when I would see you again.”

“I’ve been thinking about you too. I–I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I was having lunch with a client. Do you live around here?”

“Yes. I’m on my way there now. Would-would you care to join me?” Am I out of my mind? What am I doing? I know what will happen if he comes to my flat. What about his relationship with Cheryl? What about my friendship with Janine?

“Yes,” he replies. “I would love to join you.”

I lead him to my flat. My heart beat increases with each step. I unlock the door and we go inside. After I lock it, I turn to face him. Our eyes lock and hold for several sizzling moments and then, he lowers his head and kisses me. It was the kiss that said it all and the next thing I know, we’re tearing at each other’s clothes and then we’re in my bedroom, stark naked on top of the bed, making wild, crazy love.

Posted for July 2020 Writing Prompts – #8 – If only we could; #18 – What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her and #22 – The kiss that said it all.

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