Page 10 of Impacted by Love

Tuh, nice doesn't fit the voice with a unique force that has me wanting to hear him call my name while dipping his tongue in the juices he's creating in my lower region right now.

"Mhm," I whisper with my eyes slowly assessing Asaiah.

Mm. He traded the navy suit for a black dress shirt and light blue slacks. Hm. He has some long and th—oh my, is that his… Lord, have mercy.

My gaze lingers on Asaiah's right thigh, where something massive appears to be resting like an anaconda. My mouth becomes dry, forcing me to pick up my tea to take a healthy drink from the mug with the shop's logo.

"My eyes are up here," Asaiah directs, taunting or teasingly. I'm unable to identify which because it takes me a minute to pull my gaze from the lower half of his body.

The velvety-smooth, soothing yet disconcerting voice of Asaiah has me pondering what octave he would use while pushing in and out of my?—

Whoa. Merciful, Jesus. Sweet Father of all creation on this earth, please help to reel my mind back to a non-sexual place.

"Um, please forgive me for spilling your coffee this morning. I would be happy to buy you another one," I offer a few seconds later.

My pearl and chest seem to be in sync with an intense cadence the longer Asaiah stares intently into me. My clit moistens, and my body heat increases, making me fight the urge to squirm or cross my legs to silence the purring happening below.

"Harrison!" the barista shouts, causing Asaiah's gaze to shift from me to the direction of the voice.

"Already taken care of." With that, Asaiah walks away with a swag that has me wanting to pant like a thirsty kitten in search of milk.

My… my… my…

"Well, that was an interesting exchange. From your silence, I think I need to change my advice to… see what the Lord says," Mom says with laughter in her words, but I'm unable to acknowledge her due to watching Asaiah smoothly exit the beverage shop.

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"Ugh."

Kicking the blankets off my legs, I stare at the ceiling, trying to shake the thoughts plaguing my mind about a man who has been hot and cold since meeting him. It didn't help that Mom kept going on and on about the mystery man with a sensually smooth voice deep enough to melt butter on a summer day. The only reason she let the conversation go was that Dad walked into the room and let it be known who my mom should focus her energy on.

"Now God, the first time I saw that man, I could believe it was a part of my job, but it's been three times, so is there something I need to know? I haven't seen this man a day in my life, and within a week, I keep having some type of interaction with him. What's the message for me in this?"

Do you trust me?

The question wrinkles my brows and stumps me momentarily because I'm unsure how to answer it without fear of catching His wrath.

Do you really trust me? Do you have enough faith in me that the reminder of Proverbs 3:5 can quiet the doubt, questions, or request for a roadmap? To trust in Me is to know without knowing the way and that I know the plans I think toward you. No matter what path you take in this life, I am that I am.

"Forgive me, Father. I often get in my way and want to remove You from a thing before learning. You make a difference in every area of my life. Forgive me for wanting to take the reins from you despite being incapable of guiding my footsteps better than You can. Forgive me for doubting Your plan and will for my life. Can you help me? I don't know how to handle Asaiah, and I trust that if you keep crossing our paths, there is a purpose in the exchanges. While I don't understand what's going on with Asaiah, You do, and I will trust in You. You be God, and I'll let you guide me however you see fit.”

It is well. For we know that for those who love God, all things work together for good. Therefore, you don't have to worry, nor do you have to fret any longer. If I said it, then that settles it.

Water slips from the corners of my eyes at the still, small voice echoing within my mind with the necessary reminder. Sometimes, I can get so in my head that I ignore God's voice of reason or direction. In addition to my attraction to Asaiah, I feel something magnetic whenever I'm in his presence. I can't explain my pull toward Asaiah, but I know it goes beyond my physical reaction to him. It's crazy for me to react this way to Asaiah because the men I've dated haven't had such an effect on me in the past. Until Roy's betrayal, I thought he would be the man I spent my life with, but even with that, there wasn't an ounce of electricity flowing through my body while in his presence. I'm unsure what God has up His sleeve, but until he makes it clear, I'm gonna wait and be of good cheer.

Rumblingfrom my stomach forces me out of the deep sleep I've been in for countless hours. Sitting up in bed, I look from left to right, and the darkness surrounding me lets me know it's nighttime. After getting home from school and tending to Mom, whose glassy eyes met me at the front door, I laid down for a quick reprieve. Fatigue must have taken over because I didn't plan on falling asleep.

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Don't look so sad

I know it's over

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Hearing Al Green's voice crooning underneath my bedroom door, I clench my teeth tight because he's the artist my mom and dad play while engaging in their smoke sessions. The loud grumbles from my stomach have me throwing the blankets off my body while trying to mask the sound of my steps. Moving through the apartment silently is necessary because I don't feel like dealing with Mom or Dad while they smoke their pipe. Turning the knob, I peek out, looking left then right, and exhale upon seeing the coast being clear. As softly as possible, I tiptoe toward the kitchen, my chest beating wildly and Al Green's voice getting louder.

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