Page 2 of Until You Came Along
When our eyes met, he couldn’t finish his sentence and seemed to have lost the ability to speak and think clearly. He looked at me in surprise, and I too was in a state of mental lapse. This man was intimidating, but he was also the most attractive and sexy man I had ever seen in my life. The place wasn’t very well lit, but I could tell he had very masculine and perfect features. He was looking at me and seemed surprised. When I finally reacted, all I could do was apologize and get away from him as quickly as possible.
“I’m so sorry! Please forgive me, I assure you it wasn’t intentional. I’d like to buy you a new shirt—I’m over in that corner with a group of friends. Just let me know your address and size, and you’ll have a new shirt at your home tomorrow. Again, I’m really sorry,” I hurried to say, and began walking as fast as I could to get away from those hypnotic green eyes.
He just stared at me in astonishment, but not another word came from his sensual mouth.
When I got back to my friends, the glasses were almost empty and my heart was beating at a dizzying pace. My friend started teasing me about the small amount of drink I’d returned with, saying I must have drunk it on the way, but I wasn’t paying attention. I was nervous and had a strange feeling in my chest. I looked around but didn’t encounter those beautiful eyes again.
After a while and several drinks later, I managed to forget about my encounter with the stranger and had a great time with my friends. I danced, laughed until my cheeks hurt as I always did when I was with them, and enjoyed that wonderful moment that friendship provided.
I arrived at my apartment after five in the morning. I was exhausted. My feet hurt, my ears were ringing from listening to such loud music, and I was a bit hoarse from shouting so much so my friends could hear me, but I was happy to have spent that time with them.
I took off my shoes and went straight to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, removed my makeup, and after putting on a short, light nightgown, I got into bed and forgot about the world.
I woke up to a strange noise. I listened carefully and, if it weren’t for the fact that the apartment next door was vacant, I would have sworn those knocks were coming from the wall adjacent to my bedroom. I didn’t give it much importance and closed my eyes to try to sleep a bit longer. A while later, the noise intensified and turned into something like a deafening drill. I tried to keep sleeping, covering my head with the pillow, but it was impossible. I checked the time—it was ten in the morning, my rest had come to an end. I got up, took a shower, and put on jean shorts and a white tank top. When I was ready, I prepared a strong coffee with a splash of milk and some toast. It was November, and during this spring season the temperatures were high, so I went out to the spacious balcony of my apartment where I had a table set with four chairs and sat down to have breakfast there. I put my feet up on another chair and began reading some messages that had been sent to the group chat with the friends I’d met the night before. Many were photos we had taken that night.
A voice startled me and made me drop my phone, which shot out of my hands and forced me to perform all kindsof acrobatics to prevent it from falling to the ground, but I managed to catch it.
“Good morning, neighbor! Nice reflexes catching that phone,” greeted a head poking out from the divider of the balcony that separated mine from the apartment next door.
I stared at him in surprise. His presence on the neighboring balcony explained the noises I had been hearing all morning. I could only see his head, but I can assure you that face was very attractive. He was also observing me and had lingered more than necessary on my legs.
“I don’t know who you are, but I can assure you that what you’re doing is rude. I think it’s incredibly brazen of you to peek into someone else’s property like this,” I stated, frowning at him and standing up from my chair to confront him more forcefully.
“I’m Baco, your new neighbor,” he commented, smiling and seemingly unaffected by what I had said. “I thought I’d introduce myself when I heard noises on your balcony. I moved in this morning. What’s your name?”
“Did you hear anything I said? Are you going to apologize?”
“For saying hello? I think it’s good manners to introduce myself to my new neighbor and greet her,” he stated, with that smile that hadn’t left his face since he first appeared.
“Good manners would be knocking on your neighbor’s door and introducing yourself, not peering over uninvited. Do you realize I could have been undressed? And I would have been completely within my rights because I’m in ‘my’ apartment,” I maintained, raising my voice considerably and emphasizing the word ‘my.’
“Do you usually hang out naked on your balcony?” he asked with a wolfish grin, completely ignoring what I had said.
“You know what, I’m not going to continue this conversation,” I declared, and quickly left the balcony, entering the living room, closing the sliding door and drawing the curtains.
“You didn’t tell me your name,” I heard him shout, but I had no intention of continuing to talk to that shameless man.
Just what I needed—a brazen neighbor with no sense of boundaries. I could already imagine what this guy’s life would be like and the noise I’d have to endure from now on. I was heading to the kitchen when I heard the doorbell. I walked toward the door certain it would be him, and I wasn’t wrong. As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by that shameless smile, though I had to admit it was a very charming one.
“Here I am, coming to introduce myself properly,” he indicated, looking at me with a very, very wide smile. “My name is Baco Darwich and I’m your new neighbor. May I come in?”
Now that I could see his full figure, I had to admit that Baco was very attractive. Not only did he have a handsome face with striking green eyes and dark blonde hair, but he was also tall and athletic. At that moment he was wearing worn jeans and a white t-shirt.
“Very well, you’ve introduced yourself. See you around, Baco,” I said goodbye, trying to close the door, which he prevented by placing his hand on it.
“You didn’t tell me your name.”
“Delfina Darner, and I’m going to ask you to let me close the door and, above all, to stop peering onto my balcony.”
“Pleased to meet you, Delfina. May I come in?” he asked again, looking over my head into the apartment.
“Do you listen when people talk to you?”
“And do you always have your brow furrowed?”
We both looked into each other’s eyes, him with his conquering smile and me, as he had pointed out, with my completely furrowed brow. But I must admit that his smile was contagious, and I ended up smiling.
“You’re impossible. We probably won’t get along, but come in,” I said, moving aside to let him pass. Something told me that, despite being brazen, we would end up being friends.
