Part 61

Part 61

I walked over to him, slowly, waiting for him to do something funny like he always does. He sat down on the sofa, reached out his hand to guide me to his lap. This will be the first time I’ve ever sat on his lap but it’s the least I could do. I mean at some point I need to make sure there’s a connection beyond our friendship. I complied, then I had second thoughts. I stood up and when I looked down at him, I knew right then I wanted more. Not because of his inner or outer beauty but because within the time that I’ve known him, he’s made a tremendous impact in my life. It's not because of affection, sex, money, but because he truly wants what’s best for me. He's mended my broken heart and had been a true friend. He may not agree with my need to feel independent but he supports it. I reach down, putting one hand on one side of the sofa right above his shoulder, and did the same on the other side. I stood on the sofa, rubbing myself down his face, his chest, then coming to a comfortable rest around his hip area. Without another word, Elijah cupped my face between both hands, kissing me sporadically. I had no choice but to pull my face away from his, because that shit had to be the sloppiest kiss ever, and a complete turn off.

“Allow me to guide you, because if that shit ever happens again, you'll be in the friend zone for life. Like a double life sentence.”

“I’m sorry, I got overly excited.”

“Yeah, like a dog. Just sit there and follow my lead, please. Help me, help you.”

Elijah looked embarrassed, no eye contact, he even stopped touching me. I had to apologize, I didn’t mean to make him feel bad, I just thought that he was well rounded, and could take a joke. I picked up his one hand, kissing it, and between every kiss there was an apology. I kissed him all the way up is arm, around his neck, and down the other arm until I got to his overly large hands. Still nothing, no response, still no eye contact, it was like he left his body, and exited the room.

“Baby, are you still with me?”

“I need to go. Good luck tomorrow.” Elijah pushed me off of him gently but still pushed.

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I’m sorry!”

“Unlike you, you have one time to hurt me, and I’m done.”

“So, you’re done with me? For picking with you?”

“Good-bye Aaliyah.” Elijah grabs his briefcase and walks out, slamming the door behind him.

You have to be fucking kidding me, I’m sitting there on the sofa stunned. Who gets mad over something like that, if you can’t kiss you can’t kiss. The fact he can’t kiss was one thing, but he can’t take a joke either. I sat there for a few minutes, shaking my head. How can you be that strong but walk away that easy? I got up to cover the food, I just wasn’t hungry anymore. I’m a little hurt but more disappointed that he walked away and didn't want to talk it out; just when I thought it was time to move to the next level. I guess everything happens for a reason. I went around the apartment slowly, blowing out the candles, and opening the windows to let the night breeze come in, plus I needed to rid these bad vibes. I have too much riding on tomorrow to get distracted now.