Upon
the varied shades of the sky stood a man, flexing the muscles in his
legs. This man is a masterpiece. What can I do to capture his
attention? He turns towards me as if he can hear my thoughts
while walking in my direction. Dramatically, I stand up dusting
the imaginary sand off of my thighs with feathery strokes.
His
eyes turn and in a devil-may-care voice he speaks right away as
he catalogues every curve and dip upon my body, “Hello beautiful,
I’m Drew. What a pleasure to see you. I mean meet you.”
My
eyes rolled to the top of my head, and I said in a dignified tone,
“Wow, you are most confident.” Now it was confirmed that I
grabbed his attention, I was coy saying, “We haven’t met because
I haven’t even told you my name.” I gather my purse and he moves
to grab my books, while finding excuses to touch my hand.
“Let
me help you with that.” I must admit I am enthralled by Drew’s
touch. He is devastating my ability to remain dignified. Coming to a
halt, my words follow in a sugary pitch. “Thank you.” He observes
the title of one of my books Starting
Your Own Business and asks if I am
an entrepreneur? My eyes follow his full lips, imagining them upon my
body.
“Yes.
I am a business owner.” He knows I am into him.
I
walk towards Tenth Street alongside Drew. He asks, “Why are you
alone during such a beautiful sunset?”
“I
have been coming here for the past four weeks, daily. Mostly to
study. It’s not a big deal, besides security roams through here
often.”
We
cross over Tenth Street as the oncoming traffic to our left stops
until we pass. The approaching driver is wearing a business
jacket, on his way to work downtown I assume. He is anxious,
hands resting on the steering wheel, for us to make it through the
walk way. I look up noticing the apartment unit, The Gathering
straight ahead has a nice sitting porch surrounded by a garden of
ivy. We turn right at the corner facing the incline until our feet
reach Arrgone Street. I see my red Pontiac Sunfire positioned along
the road; I take the keys out of my purse. “My car is here.”
Placing the key in the door lock, he touches my hand. In a short
pause he admires me once more.
“You
never told me your name.”
I
think for a moment. “I didn’t, did I?”
Drew,
holding my books in the crook of his strong arms says, “Come on
tell me your name. I’m holding your books the least you can do is
tell me your name.” He reminds me he has earned the right to know
my name.
I
say to him, “Well, if you want to learn my name perhaps asking
will benefit you.”
“Okay, will
you please write your name and phone number down so I can ask you for
a date?” His ambition arouses me as he insists on getting my name
and phone number. A smirk grows on my face while I reach in my purse
for a pen and piece of paper to write my number on. I look up towards
Drew, thanking him for carrying my books while passing the paper to
him with one hand as I hold my other hand out to collect the books.
He places his business card in my palm, which I tuck into my book,
not paying attention to it.
He
looks at the paper with a big smile upon his face and exclaims, “Your
name, you still did not tell me your name!” I sit in my car, and he
closes my door. He bends down just enough for his eyes to meet mine
and pulls closer to me. “Can I call you tonight?” he asks. I am
completely powerless, spellbound as I look deeper into his bedroom
eyes.
“Yes,
anytime.”
Drew
moves a bit closer to me; I place my right hand on the gear and left
hand upon the steering wheel. He looks like he wants to kiss me. He
asks, “Are you in a rush to leave?”
I
bat my eyes, staring at him intensely for three seconds, “No, I’m
not.”
The
soothing sound of Drew’s voice is so easy to listen to, “Would
you mind if I kiss you?”
He
is such a charmer, wooing me with his words. With a smile, cocking my
head to the side I respond, “We don’t know each other. I don’t
just kiss people I don’t kn—”
At
that exact moment he interrupts my speech with his firm lips that
tells me that he knows what he wants. Persuaded by his kiss I
continue to kiss him back. His soft lips caress me, as I taste his
warm tongue. My mouth opens with a soft moan of bliss.
In
a deep, dark chocolate, hypnotic, smooth tone Drew says, “I am very
attracted to you.” I pull in reverse, resting my head back on the
seat of my car. My focus is no longer on driving, yet my interest in
riding Drew becomes a pleasant thought. I push the gear forward to
park. Suddenly, I remember I was kissing someone I did not know and
push the gear back in reverse as if Drew were on fire. He jumps away
from the car and put his palms on top of his head.
"I'm
sorry," he shouts in a stifled voice. "That wasn't right."
"It
felt right, it's okay." Looking in the review mirror, the idea
of appearing easy, troubles me. I’m thinking of my ex and how I
don’t need to start a relationship; although, I still carry around
a list of the perfect, ideal man for me with a picture of Morris
Chestnut in my purse. I lower my eyes and turn away. I'm uncertain of
what just happened from me kissing a man that doesn’t know my name.
Or was it the abrupt apology that’s bothering me?
Again,
he apologizes, reaching his hand into the car just enough to touch my
arm while avoiding eye contact. I wonder if his heart is beating as
fast as mine. Can he hear my heart pounding as the heightened surge
of energy fires inside of me? Without hesitation I slowly drive
in reverse, pulling away from the parked vehicle in front of me, I
move my head once more to look at Drew. I smile hoping he imagines us
molded against one another. He stands there watching me as if it is
his last time seeing me.
***
Cursed Souls by Anya J. Cosgrove
