A Slow-Burn Jealousy

As the following days went by, so did my feelings for her grow immensely. We had carried on with our lives like the events of that fateful night didn't matter at all. It did hurt, but I couldn't possibly be the one to bring it up. Not at all.

Work was hectic, and I hated my life for it. I worked remotely while she worked a 9-5 job. I usually felt alone for the most part. Her presence was all I craved and lived for, and it was super annoying having to live every day under the same roof with a woman who made me desire her so badly, so much that it crushes my heart to know that we never acknowledged that night. It felt almost...nonexistent.

"Hey! How was work today?" I asked as she walked into the room, looking exhausted.

"Remind me to quit my job and switch to yours," she began. "My boss is killing me!" 

How could I tell this beautiful woman that I'd long to have her by myself all day long without seeming desperate or happy about her predicament? 

"You know," I let out, "if you're really serious about that, there is an opening in one of the companies I work with."

I watched her face light up.

"You mean that? I mean, you really want to help me?"

"I mean, it'd be nice to have you around. I do want some company, because it does get lonely."

The admission was hard, but I said it anyway. There was a way she looked at me that made me flustered; I can't describe it, but it made my insides turn in excitement. Then she came closer to me.

"I do appreciate that you want to do this for me,"

But? I mean, there's always a but, so where was it? I pondered in anticipation.

"But I hope there's no catch." She finished.

Catch? That was ridiculous! I thought to myself.

"Let me know when you're ready so I can speak to the appropriate authority," I said firmly, putting up a nonchalant demeanor. 

I returned to my laptop working. I kept replaying what she said earlier. Maybe she tricked me into thinking she was into me too, or was I being delusional? How could she be so skeptical about my offer to help? Did she mistake me for men who always demanded something in return? 

I needed to keep my feelings for her in check, you know, make her feel safe and respected until she was comfortable enough to reciprocate.

I wanted her to be the one who initiates things between us... Like that night, I can't stop thinking about it. I needed to feel her soft lips against mine once more, the taste of her delectable breasts on my tongue, and the sweet sounds she releases out of the delight she feels.

"Ajibola is coming over tonight, and I wanted to let you know," she said.