THAT FEELING

       When Faith got to the door that night, she dreaded going inside her apartment. She didn't know if he was going to be naked or not, she didn't want to face what she had faced the previous night and this morning, she was still mortified from the incident. When she had stood there for what seemed like eternity and when two other people from the other apartments in the block had seen her standing there, she decided she would go in. She was going to make as much noise as possible when she enters. 

       She finally slotted in the key card and went in. The whole apartment was dark, as usual. She started groping for the switch to turn on the lights. 

       "You're late again, Miss Prescott," someone said in the dark. 

     She jumped and finally found the light switch and turned the lights on. He was seated on the couch in a t-shirt and sweat pants. Thank goodness he was properly dressed for that night. 

       "What are you always doing in the dark?" she asked. 

       "Waiting for you." 

    She rolled her eyes. "Why? I have nothing to do with you. You're not my father nor my lover, why will you be waiting up for me?" 

      "Because, Miss Prescott, I can't sleep knowing that those doors are not finally locked. My safety is a paramount need," he said standing up and moving towards her. 

       Her heart skipped. Stay right there please. He came close enough for her to perceived his aftershave. Her eyes lingered on his biceps and she could hear Nora saying, "Did you see how those muscles flex while he was here?" she tried to think of Noah. Thinking of Noah would help her stop thinking of that stupid thing Nora said. But at that moment, Noah was just a blurry image, she could hardly remember his face. He came closer, too close for her to be comfortable, his eyes on hers. 

      She took a step back and he still came closer she moved back and he came forward. She wanted to tell him to get back, but her mouth were suddenly glued together. In her mind she was cautioning herself not to look into his eyes, but her eyes were doing something different. His eyes held hers spellbound and she couldn't even look away. What was wrong with him? Or better still, what was wrong with her. 

      He came forward and she moved back until her back hit the door, there was no other place for her to move again. She was trapped. Trapped in his scent, trapped in his heftiness. His bent down and her heart took a tumble. Was he going to kiss her? He bent closer and she jerked her head back he brought his face forward again and and she finally closed her eyes. It was going to happen. 

       She didn't have the will power to resist, she tried to think of reasons to resist him and multiple questions ran in her head. Has he brushed tonight? Had he had his bath? Has he rinsed his mouth yet. All these questions were supposed to help her push him away, but they didn't. She could hear her own breath hitching. She heard the click of something. 

       "Miss Prescott, you're quite a rule breaker and trust me, you won't like the other side of me too." 

      Her eyes flared open and she saw that he left her alone and was heading to the other smaller room. He had just checked to make sure the door was properly locked. Embarrassment washed over her and she slid down the door. He was always leaving her breathless.