The level of deepness that bores through my soul is intense, as his eyes stares at me overwhelmingly. My own peepers scanning every feature of his complexion. From the deep blue of his eyes down to his Greek characteristics. The 5 o'clock stubble, sentimentally trailing down towards his perfectly kissable lips. I inhale visibly as my eyes finds his again. Our noses slowly touching, as he moves closer still, his eyes not once leaving mine. The warmth of his minty breath fanning over my skin. As his lips brush against mine, we're being interrupted by the wails of a baby.
Misha pulls away with a sigh which makes me giggle slightly. He smiles at me as he stands up, "I'm sorry about this." Misha hurried from the room looking at me from across his shoulder before splitting from my line of sight.
A broad beam cross my lips as a warm delicate feeling sprouts within my heart. I stand up from my squatting position and start moving into the direction Misha disappeared into. Only to stop dead in my tracts, when I reached a room. The picture that stares back at me, makes my heart flutter. An infant that couldn't be much older then two months of age, being burped on his shoulder. He seems like a natural. He handles the situation with a gentle touch.
I keep standing tall in the doorway, feeling how a new type of affection wash over me, the longer I stare at him. My heart galloping like a herd of wild stallion. I release a heavy breath, that I've been holding in for a moment. He lay the baby down in his crib before turning around and giving me a broad ear to ear beam. I rewards him with smile of my own, not moving an inch away as he moves closer, eventually coming to an abreast position.
As Misha tilts his head, my eyes looked up at him. He captures my lips beneath his and instantly I react to his lips by opening mine, allowing him access. His skilled tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, I respond by moaning into his mouth. He slides his hands underneath my butt, pick me up, walk into the hallway and push me up against the wall. I tighten my legs around his body as the kiss intensified.
As his mouth makes love to my neck, a loud moan tumbles from my lips. I've wanted him for so long hoping that our paths would cross again, and it had. The chemistry that's blooming between us is even stronger then it had been years ago. It's like my body can now meet the urgency of his at equality. I stare into his eyes with lustful ones when his lips stopped moving. "Take me to your room," I begged of him.
Hearing this he capture my mouth beneath his again, hungrily and carries me towards the room where he's staying for the time being. He close the door behind him using his foot, before gently laying me down on the bed and cover me with his body. A bending leg in between my legs, allows his knee to press up against my throbbing core. I stare straight into his eyes, pleading him silently. Looking up at him like this feeds my soul in the best way possible. He lowered his head and bite down onto my bottom lip, pulling it lightly and let it go with a plop. His hands forms skillful patterns upon my skin which in the process pulls a loud lustful giggle from my lips.
"Misha, you know that I don't mind it; I mean you are a man with needs after all but could you possibly sustain yourself when I'm not home?" A voice questions as the door to his bedroom swings open. I will recognize that voice anywhere: Margo. I stare at the open door bewildered.
The expression that lies upon her features isn't surprise it's more disgust and disapproval towards me. I can't really blame her for it either. I've been acting like a ill-natured rascal. "I think your groom-to-be is waiting for you at home," she said as calmly as she could muster, but I can smell trouble in the air.
I quickly stood up and pull my clothing straight before rushing from his room without giving Misha as much as a second glance. At the front door a hand gripped tightly around my upper arm, pulling me around to look the person in the face. "I think that you've played this little game of yours for far to long. You've harmed my brother in every possible way that a person could be injured. I think it's about time that you let him go from under your toxic spell, you have clearly made your choice and my brother is nowhere in that scenario." She lets my hand harshly go.
I stare at her blankly, I should have figured that she wouldn't take this lightly and neither would my parents if word were ever to reach their ears. "Oh, one more thing before you go Genevieve, if I ever catch you at my house again I will call the police on your ass," she ended lovingly before shutting the door in my face. I stare at the closed up barrier for a while longer as I try to make sense of everything that just happened. On shaky legs I turn and made my way over towards my car.
Tears dripped from my eyes as Margo's words flashes through my mind and the worse part of it is knowing that she's right and that I have nobody but myself to blame. As my sorrowful weeps die out, I start the engine and went back home. At the red-light, I stare up at my reflection in the rear view mirror. My smeared lipstick leaves little for the imagination and the smudged mascara ask silent questions. Hopefully I can return before Kyle arrives home from work, I don't want to have to explain this to him?