I caught a glimpse of his unkempt beard as he boarded a matatu I was in. My eyes remained locked on the dusty matatu floor because for some unexplainable reason they couldn't meet his. He sat across me and openly admired my dreadlocked hair wearing a disarming smile. I avoided his searching eyes for a whole second before my curiosity had my eyes now locked with his.
They teased and asked questions. Good silent questions. My lips stretched shamelessly into an oddly wide smile as the chocolate sitting on my cheeks turned red under my skin.
Me blushing? That question dashed through my foggy mind. How on earth did he...?
I felt I had to make sure that for the rest of my ride, I avoided those fiery eyes. The consuming, confusing, good kinda fiery. My heart throbbed insanely under my chest and I understood perfectly why... It had been three years since I last smiled at a man. At anyone for that matter. The last one to smile at stole my smile. I blamed myself for letting let him in. For how he broke my heart. And with her of all people. I was glad to figure out that some friends are just human reptiles.
For some minutes I traveled back to my painful past but this time with a soft smile solid on my face. I remembered how I took in years of blackmail and domestic abuse. The nights I literally thought were my last on this earth. And right then I took a deep breath of air like I was confirming indeed I was alive and it hit me. That was then... Three years ago. You are breathing today. Turn around.
I had to master all my strength before I could to turn around and look at the stranger that made me smile after three years. The man across my seat with eyes that just said hey to me then asked where I had been his whole life. My body shook. And yes I did manage to turn.
His eyes were waiting... Smiling... Owning the fact that he had conquered something. A fear. A broken queen. A flawed goddess.
We alighted the matatu at the city center and like we knew each other we dived into a random conversation. It was hard not to like his calm crispy voice or his deep short laugh or that earthy fresh scent oozing from his chiseled self.
A hundred meters from where the matatu dropped us, he secured my waist in his left arm and seductively pulled me away from the passing chaotic crowd to a more quite alley. I felt myself stagger when his muscles left my back and took a step back to lean on a wall. I am sorry for mishandling you but please let me ask if it's possible to steal you from your diary for thirty minutes? Before I could say yes or no, his figure shadowed mine for a second then he went back to his posture smiling...
God I love your hair!
My ready to speak now mouth froze as my rusty mind struggled to rewind what it was delivering to my open mouth to replace it with quick thanks first.
By now he was drooling at my lips as my mind was stuck on his...You have a beautiful but a sad smile. I would love to fix that if you let me. Can we please have coffee or tea? he whispered as I read his lips.
I wanted so bad to say no... make my case and explain about my sad smile... I thought of saying no one can fix me but then in his eyes, I saw a few good moments and I desperately needed those if I were to feel alive again like the way I was feeling alive while standing there staring in his welcoming depths.
I nodded. He dropped a soft kiss on my hair then fitted his hand into mine as we resumed into the busy streets while he led me to the closest Java.
Pixabay.
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That was fast! I had expected some clothe ripping on the streets, disappointed they settled for coffee
LOL! Daaaamn you are blunt :D
Beautiful...
Bravo
Thank you for your read :)
"Stand in love Dont fall in love"
Hmmmm... Do we get to say what happens when we collide with the mother of emotions? :)
I appreciate your readership <3
Nice piece . Well written . It was like I was there!
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