Something that I wrote up a few nights ago to go towards my book …. Please let me introduce you to Ivory ….
Ivory wasn’t sure what she believed in, not really, but she was definitely praying, putting it out there – asking for anyone’s help tonight.
‘Oh God, (whoever) please help me’ – her heart was pounding that hard, she could feel the blood pumping through her veins, she had lost all ability to actually be able to concentrate on one thought for too long … ‘this never happens to me’ she contemplated as she sat there, watching from the corner of her eye – gauging into the type of person he was when he let his guard down – when he thought no one was watching or maybe paying attention. She watched as he concentrated on the road, eyes alight taking everything in, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other to his side, lightly taping and moving, his hand running over the dark denim jeans that he wore so oh so well (yummy). His actions made him seem lost, listening to the rhythm of the sound that played from his car stereo.
She mused as he effortlessly moved a stray piece of his somewhat copperish, sandy brown curly hair out of his eyes – thinking to herself that it was a little longer than he usually kept it and how at that length it made him look almost boyish, innocent to some extent. Laughing at how her initial assessment of him was so far from right, how she had already made up her mind about him, honestly amused by how people, not just him, were still constantly challenging her.
Ivory smirked at herself, his hair may make him look young and innocent but he was far from it, his innocent eyes clouded by what she knew were his dark thoughts – they seemed to radiate from his every being. Sitting next to her in his car, the sexual tension between them was electric. ‘Ha, innocent – seriously ivory, as if you have ever been attracted to innocent guys’ … She pondered on strings of thoughts that ran through her mind, ‘how did I get myself into this situation, every time life seems to be going well (boring!!)’ …
And what was going on with her?
Ivory was a self-confident, smart, sassy and (usually) well spoken women but around him she lost all train of thought, found herself walking away from him shaking her head wondering why she had just said that out loud and questioning her every judgment, whether it be what she had worn that day to what she found herself doing to get his attention. None of that mattered tonight, every action she had taken she was judging and now sitting there next to him in the car she could not even bring herself to open her mouth and have a normal conversation with him. ‘Where on earth did these nerves come from? I am not a nervous person’ Ivory thought to herself, ‘I am smart, confident and sexy – stop being silly, open your mouth and say something to him Ivory’ but no matter how hard she tried, words would not form in her mouth, instead her imagination wandered back to what had just happened between them.
The intensity had almost been too much to handle for her; the amount of will power she used to control the situation was amazing, even to her. But as she sat there wondering how much it would change things between them, she had no idea just how much it would change everything in her life ….