"Bye, honey. I'll see you when you get home." Leyla straightens her husband's tie, and leans up to give him a quick kiss on the lips. He smiles down at her, brushing her hair back.
"Two weeks, huh.." Leyla mutters, whilst looking down sadly. Her husband's eyes soften as he grabs her hands gently, causing her attention to return to his face.
"I promise, Leyla. I'll be back as fast as I can." He kisses her sweetly, squeezing her hands reassuringly. Leyla nods, signing once more.
"I know, Alex.. Just.. hurry, okay?" A sincere smile graces his features again before kissing Leyla on the lips, and walking out the door for two weeks. Her husband's job had its pros and cons. It always seemed as though she and his job were competing for his attention, and his job always triumphed over her. The car lights have disappeared from her field of vision finally, making Leyla breathe out. She walks back in the kitchen, sitting on the counter, staring at the clock silently. The short nightie clings to her body as the cold surface of the counter creeps up her bare legs. A crack of thunder snaps Leyla out of her dazed state, standing her up abruptly. The sound of rain follows soon after, foreshadowing a terrible thunderstorm. Every light in the house flickers, then shuts off completely. Much to her dismay, Leyla grabs a flashlight under the kitchen sink, flashing it around the house.
"The storm must've disturbed the power box.." She flashes the light on the door leading to the basement where the power box is located. Before she can touch the doorknob, the lights flicker back on, causing Leyla to sign in relief. She really loathe going into the basement. It was dark, murky, and just eerie. A loud yawn erupts from her mouth, quickly slapping a hand over it.
"Guess it's time for bed.."
[Leyla's Point of View]
Another crack of thunder echoes around the room, waking me up again. Groaning, I roll over to Alex's side of the bed. I hug his pillow to my chest, burying my nose in plush material. I can still smell his cologne, and shampoo on it. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to hold back a few tears that threatened to spill. I knew I'd miss him, but not this much as to where I'd cry. I mean, I saw him a few hours back, and he did say I could call him. I wipe my eyes with my forearm, sniffling softly. Considering the storm won't let me get some rest, I should at least get something to eat. Once down stairs, I turn the kitchen lights on.
"Maybe some pasta from yesterday would be good.." I put a plate of pasta in the microwave for a few minutes, and wait. As my pasta heats up, there's a knock at the door.
"Who could that be at midnight? I hope it's Alex.." My heart throbs as I run toward the door. I open it enthusiastically, awaiting my husband's face, but I get another surprise. A tall Caucasian man, roughly 6'2" is standing in my doorway, drenched from the downpour. His features are strong, and chiseled. His chocolate brown hair sticks to his forehead, dripping water down on his face. His eyes look somewhat black, and he has light stubble on his chin. He is very handsome.. The man chuckles deeply, causing me to blush. I guess I had been staring. "I-I'm sorry.. Was there something you needed, sir?" I ask him politely after clearing my throat somewhat awkwardly. He smiles a perfect, pearly white smile that makes my eyes widen a little.
"Oh, yeah.. My car broke down over there.. And I don't have my phone." He says, pointing his thumb over his shoulder at a black Range Rover. His deep, yet smooth voice has got me captive, and those dark eyes... Jesus, let me stop looking. I'm married! I nod my head stupidly. The next words that slip out my mouth surprise me and the stranger.
"Well, you could use my phone to call your insurance company or a relative or something.. T-that is if you want to.." I hadn't realized it until now, but my thighs are rubbing together harshly, creating friction. I grip the edge of my nightie, realizing how revealed I look to this extremely handsome stranger. He smiles down at me again, running a large hand through his chocolate locks, depriving them of any water droplets.
"That'd be great, ma'am. Thank you." I step aside, letting the soaked stranger in first. He looks around my house in awe.
"Nice place you got here." I smile, nodding my head.
"Thank you. Me and my husband pay on it 50/50." I lower my head slightly when I say "husband".
"Oh? Well I'd better hurry, or hubby'll get jealous." He says playfully, laughing a little.
"That won't really be necessary.. he's away on a business trip for two weeks, so by all means take your time." I smile gently. He looks surprised, but smiles also. I point toward the phone on the wall. He nods, getting the message. My pasta beeps from the kitchen. I hold up a finger to him, signaling that I would be back. He nods silently, holding the phone to his ear. I take the plate of steamy pasta out the microwave, walking back into the living room just as he sets the phone back on the receiver.
