Adventures With Theresa 🚦🚘
Episode 17
Written by: Frank The Writer
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~ Theresa’s POV~
I nodded my head, moving my hands to his jacket, and taking it off for him. He gave me a half smile, leaning over to kiss my lips again. This time, I felt his tongue over my lips, and in a matter of seconds our tongues connected, sending shivers all over my body. My hands were on his neck and up his hair. His locks of hair tangled between my fingers. Shyly, he moved his hand to my waist, grabbing me firmly.
After minutes of heated kissing, I sat up. He looked at me, waiting for me to move. I waited, just gazing at him totally lost in him. I’ve waited for a long time to do this. I moved my hands and started to unbutton his shirt, his gaze on me, making me blush. With each button undone, I let one single finger run down his perfectly toned, tattooed belly. He bites his lip, letting me touch him.
Then I moved my hands away, moving them to the zipper behind my neck, moving it down. I secured the front of the dress with one arm, moving my hair to my back. I couldn’t believe I was really doing that. He looked at me, noticing I was a bit nervous.
“Come here,” he said, sitting up to be at the same height as me, moving me closer to him and pecking my lips. My eyes were closed, not thinking about the nervous butterflies in my stomach. I allowed the dress to fall on the floor of the car.
He hugged me by my waist, our chests crashing together. His cold skin against my warm temperature felt electric. One of his hands went up my back, pushing me harder against him. We shared a gaze, I could no longer see his full eyes, only a thin line. It made the butterflies in my belly go crazy.
I kissed him, and slowly we started talking down the back seat, his lips never separating from mine. He managed to stay on top of me, his other hand moved my dress. Under his dark gaze, I felt my complete body get consumed by heat.
His eyes were full of lust, desire, and sin. And I couldn’t crave anything else more.
“Terry.” He breathed with the limit of a grin, moving his eyes to mine.
“You look so beautiful.”
One of his hands moved to my waist and he lifted my body while we kissed again and again. His hand went all over my body, down my neck to my chest, then down to my stomach, his front fingers holding me tight. Then to my legs, moving one of my knees up to hang his leg.
Frank finally let go of me for a second, breaking the kiss. He touched my cheek, making me open my eyes. I was in a daze, completely out of me.
I could feel how quickly his heart was beating. We both knew what was about to happen, we both wanted it to happen but the car was not convenient enough. We were devouring each other with only our eyes, so I nodded my head slowly, nervous, locking my bottom lip.
At that point, I didn’t know how much time passed, minutes, hours, I couldn’t tell. I was now on top of him while he held me and caressed the skin of my shoulder. For the first time in so long, I felt safe in a place that wasn’t geographical. It was a human body. I could stay there for the rest of my life, just enjoying the silence, a very comfortable silence.
While his fingers still circled my skin, I heard him hum a melody. It was slow and beautiful, a kind of melody to compose an acoustic song with.
“What’s that?” I asked for a few seconds, interrupting his humming.
“A song I’ve been stuck in for a while,” he said in a low tune.
“I can’t finish it. I don’t know how to, but it’s been ages since I have been stuck with it.”
“You’ll get the inspiration to do it, I’m sure of it,” I said, closing my eyes.
“Maybe. Or maybe it will stay unfinished.” He softly said, his fingers stopped moving.
“You know it’s impressive how you can compose something out of nothing. A melody, a lyric, a moment, and a memory. It’s really impressive.”
“That’s what I love about my career, it’s pure passion, desire, love, made in music.” He grinned.
“Lucky you,” I said slowly, moving my hand to his cold chest, my fingers playing in there.
“You already do something you love.”
He released me, and we both moved to our side. He faced me, his arm hugging me by my waist.
“Are you really moving to Calabar?” He asked after moments of just enjoying his company, knowing we were avoiding the inevitable. We still haven’t opened up, we haven’t talked. We have to. I bite my lips not knowing what to say, ever before giving myself entirely to him.
Should I go back to Lagos with him? This amazing feeling that I was feeling? It was confusing me and giving me a bad feeling about it all. Then for a split second, I remembered the Terry I was at the beginning of the trip. I promised myself to find the place I wanted to start things up.
“Frank….” I pictured his heart shattering and I felt water in my eyes.
“I have to.”
“Why?” He frowned, looking sad. I looked away, feeling a weird pain in my chest.
“Because….” I sat up, holding my clothes to cover my body.
“Because I have to, Frank. That was the whole plan of my going back home. For me to…for me to find myself. For me to find that something, that place I belonged.”
He sat up as well and wined down the windscreen which enabled fresh air in.
“What I don’t understand is, that you didn’t tell me.” He sighed, I felt his eyes on me but I didn’t look back.
“You agreed initially to come back with me to Lagos then… probably before leaving…?”
“What did you expect me to do?” I turned and looked at him.
“You want me to follow you? To open my heart to you again and…not worrying about being forgotten?” I wore back my clothes.
“Why not?” He snapped back, raising his voice a bit. I know I f*cked up before, I know I didn’t call you and I apologized already. I don’t know what else you want me to make you understand.”
“I understand that but…,” I breathed, moving my eyes away from him.
What is happening to me? Why do I feel this way now? After what we just did?
“But what, Terry?” He opened the left side of the back door.
“Why not, Terry?” He repeated himself.
“Yes, but….,” I opened my mouth, but no words came out of it. So he continued.
“No but, babe. What are you afraid of?” He asked, leaving a sigh. “I don’t understand why do you open up to me. Why did you give all of you to me if you’re not planning to stay?”
I still didn’t answer, feeling weaker and weaker as each second passed.
“What are you afraid of Terry? Tell me,” He insisted, taking a step closer to me.
“I’m afraid of losing myself again.” I finally said the words came out easily. I didn’t even know I was holding these words inside of me and I felt as if a huge weight left my chest.
“I’m afraid that if I let myself go one more time, I lose the Terry I managed to become today. The Terry that after months of being lost, not knowing who she was, finally has hope, finally has a place she feels she belongs, friends, she could count on. I’m afraid of losing that strong me, Frank.”
Once again, the silence consumed the car. I still feel that weird feeling, that pressure in my chest consuming me.
Frank sat there, his back facing me. I felt a tear rub down my cheek, I was holding those words for so long. He finally broke the silence, it felt like an eternity.
“You’re the first good thing that has happened to me in so long. You…,” He breathed again, his voice almost breaking. “You make me feel like I’m not so lost after all.”
I swallowed hard before letting another tear leave my eye. Then I did something because I didn’t know what else to do. I opened the other side of the car and climbed down.
Tears fell, my heart in my throat and my mind in my numbness. What was happening to me? I wanted this, I wanted him to open up to me. I wanted to share everything with him, and we did. But I couldn’t handle it. It was a feeling I couldn’t control.
I found myself in the midst of people at the reception catching my breath. I felt someone helping me sit up and it was the hands of Mary.
“What happened?” She asked, worried. “Are you okay?”
She allowed me to breathe, she sat with me at the table and waited patiently for me to speak. It took me some minutes until the feeling in my chest disappeared. It’s been so long since the last time I felt this way, confused with mixed feelings about everything.
Why am I having a panic attack right now? Do I stay with him? Do I let myself go? Is my place really in Calabar? Everything was so clear days ago and now, I’m just confused.
It felt like the beginning of my journey, I felt like that Terry leaving for the University. Like that Terry hoping for someone to call. That Terry going from town to town, meeting new people and not feeling complete. That shadow of me was still hurting me.
My heart was divided in two, the inner me that wants to be happy and free, and the other side of me, craving to be with him. It all tied up to one thing, him. He confused me.
“I can’t say,” I said, it was hard for me to form those words. I still felt the knot in my throat.
“I can’t, Frank.”
Another tear trickled down my eyes, the pain in my chest was almost unbearable.
“Don’t run away from me, Terry.” He whispered, I felt his embrace tightening around me. “Please.”
I turned to look at him, looking straight into his eyes, maybe for the last time, I don’t know. I moved my hands to hold his face and kissed him, knowing maybe that would be the last time I would taste his lips.
“I’m sorry,” I said, not having the courage to look him in the eye. “Maybe we will stay unfinished line. Just like your story.”
I pecked his lips one last time before going back to where the car was packed. My mind was made. I’d pack my things as soon as we get back home.
To be continued…
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