Page 24 of Maid Fohr Love
She was responsible for meals, but the only meal I was interested in was her. I’d starve until I could have her.
“Don’t worry about anything, Kit. That’s my job, now.”
I took off toward the house with so many things running through my head at once. I wrapped a towel around my waist and slid behind the partition that shielded me from the eyes I was sure were still on me. I could feel them.
Behind the wall were a row of showers for rinsing before entering my home. I fully intended on showering for a second time before the eight o’clock hour but it wouldn’t be right now. I removed my swim trunks and hung them to dry. The towel kept parts of me Kit wasn’t quite ready to discover hidden.
Eight o’clock. I smiled as the realization hit me.Eight o’fucking’clock.
EIGHT
Dim lights and soft sounds coming from overhead speakers lured me into the room filled with reclining theater seats. The oversized screen spanned from one wall to the next. And, in front of it, with his hands folded in front of him, was the man of the hour.
The man who’d sent my body into shock just hours prior.
The man who’d extended the time I spent talking to my sister this evening.
The man who was almost too fine for God’s green earth.
The man who frequently hit balls out of the park.
The man who could knock my insides outside of my body if he desired.
The man who was slowly breaking me down each day by just being around.
Being himself.
Being kind.
Being thoughtful.
Being persistent.
“Good evening, Kit,” he greeted me with a smile.
Healthy obsessions were pleasant in anyone’s world, but becoming Fohr’s right before my eyes was almost too much for my heart to handle. It was the epitome of pleasantries.
I sensed it in the way he stared at me for minutes at a time. Stolen glances weren’t a thing in his world. He was open and honest about his desire to have me in his line of vision.
I sensed it in the way he watched my mouth, waiting for me to say something. Say anything. I sensed it in each breath he took in my presence. I sensed it every time he closed his eyes and tried collecting his thoughts because I likely consumed them or confused him.
Little did he know, it was all mutual. Maybe he sensed it just as I did. Maybe he knew I’d secretly claimed him as my own because somehow, someway, I knew he’d be in my life long after our mayor stood at the podium and set us free from our homes. I didn’t want to be freed. Not from him. Not yet, at least.
“Good evening, Fohr.”
“You going to come down or are you choosing the highest point in the house?”
I’m trying to maintain my dignity, I thought.
He was splendid in the black button down, black denim, gold chains, and perfect smile. Veins protruding from his arms, neck, and hands were the perfect accessories. They triggeredthe heartbeat between my legs. I, involuntarily, began Kegel exercises to lessen the pain of the pounding.
“It’s always the best seat in the theater.”
“I won’t disagree with you.”
“Join me,” I challenged.
“I was already on my way,” Fohr replied with a smile.
