My Man of the Wild

Chapter 14: We Are Filled With Nightmares And Fears And Hopes And Waffles

Zoe Saldana as Georgia -------------------------------->

(PSA- DONT TRY TO BACKSEAT WRITE THIS WITH ME. I KNOW WHAT I PLAN ON WRITING. I APPRECIATE CRITIQUES AND HOW YOU GUYS FEEL ABOUT THIS BUT IM NOT CHANGING ANYTHING FOR ANYONE. STAY IN YOUR LANE PLEASE.)

I awoke to a heat that pulsed on my thighs. The sun had yet to rise and I only went to sleep a couple hours before, after erasing Becky's words long enough to get to sleep.

A hand.

I could feel the calloused hand trailing down my body. Fingertips skimmed skin and stopped briefly at my hip. I could feel the goosebumps raising on my skin.

The gown had risen in the night and it was then exposing my stomach.

The mysterious hand danced upward, stopping at the pelvis bone before covering it completely with his palm.

Fingers tickled my waist. Another warm palm found sanctuary on my tummy. The hand spread with ease. I felt a brief moment of insecurity, because I had some pudge there. The worries quickly few away as the hands disappeared.

My eyes remained closed and I tried to look as if I was still unconscious, but I was wide awake. My skin was hyper sensitive. The sheets felt thicker. The air felt heavier and I could feel the air move as he hovered over me. His warmth flooded over me and I would gladly drown from the dull heat that was pooling in my lower abdomen.

The hands reappeared, gently rubbing my eye lids then moving to my cheek bones. They skimmed my jawline, sensually sliding across my lips. Those calloused hands were softer than satin. Gentle like silk fresh from a silk worm, swaying with the breeze. They seemed like they would disintegrate into a thousand particles just because of a rough breeze.

I blinked into the darkness, finding Adisa's wide brown eyes fearful. He sat back at the foot of the bed. I slowly moved towards him, but he flinched back almost pained.

"Come here." I whispered. His eyes shot to my face, searching for something. His body moved to me. His head hanged low and his shoulders sagged. I grabbed his hand and dragged him from the bed. I dressed both of us in a sleepy haze .

The weather was getting warmer. Although the snow was gone, it was still chilly, so I made sure that he was bundled up.

I held his hand as we walked down the hall to the elevator. I pressed the button and sighed when the door dinged closed. I took that minute in the elevator as a moment to study Adisa. He was gorgeous, painfully so. He was at least six feet with tan skin. Dark hair curled at the base of his neck. I had cut the hair at the back of his head shorter, because it was too late to be salvaged. The locks at the back were matted. So unkempt that it was impossible to comb and as I cut, I found pieces of twigs and dead plants. Don't get me started on the smell.

I found something underneath all of the dirt and matted hair. There was a man. A man who craved normality like everyone else and was confused on what normal was.

But who truly knew what normal was?

Who could say what was correct and incorrect?

Definitely not me, because I walked out of my apartment building holding hands with a man that spent God knows how many years with gorillas. Oddly, that was normal to me.

We walked into the brisk night with a spring in our step even though I didn't know where the hell we were going. This late night walk was too spontaneous for me. I didn't find anything spontaneous something I would typically do.

The sidewalk was lit by street lights and there were few people lingering. Mostly couples and the homeless that I gave change to regularly.

"Have you ever been to a park?" I asked. A light bulb finally going off in my head.