He kissed my neck as one hand moved from my hips overtop the curves of my waist — it felt like gentle jolts of electricity pulsated through my body.
When his hand made his way up to my chin to cup my face, he whispered, “I have to go get my tires fixed,” chuckling as he got up from the bed.
Frustrated, I threw a pillow at him, got up from the bed, and pushed him, playfully, toward the wall. Before I knew it, I was off the ground, legs wrapped around him.
He was handsome, broad, and gentle, tattoos lined his arms and chest, a feather, and musical notes, among others. Suspended in the air, I looked at him. I could’ve fallen in love.
If I could meet him in my dreams to run my hands through his brown and blonde dreadlocks again, I would every single night — his smile. I still remember the way I felt in his arms.
I could’ve fallen in love with him.
He pivoted and sat down on the front of the bed while holding me. Amidst experiencing what would’ve been the hottest moment of my life the bed tipped downward toward the ground as the mattress hadn’t been fully on the frame. I rolled onto the bed while he got up.
I couldn’t stop laughing.
He couldn’t stop laughing.
I wasn’t sure whether I should hate the universe for making such a blunder out of what would’ve been the sexiest moment of my life or thank the universe for saving me from getting wrapped up in someone who was confused about where life was taking him as a new business owner and father.
And as the moments we spent together grew, it was clear the circumstances in which we were getting to know each other were not ideal. I grew bitter — upset with the universe for the barriers that kept us from being together fully.
“Why would the universe send this beautiful human to me if nothing would come of it?”
After deciding not to harp on what could’ve been, I began to appreciate the universe for the moments we had for what they were.
And if there were ever one moment that would capture us, it would be this one.
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