Later that day, when the rain had stopped
and the sun could be seen again, thoughts of Inaya returned with a vengeance.
Chandler was at a local high school career seminar talking about the pros and
cons of going into radio when the first thought hit him. The more he talked,
the more he thought of her. He wondered what she was doing at that very moment,
what she had on that gorgeous body of hers, and whether or not her brown eyes
had actually been the same color of a melted chocolate bar. Or had that color
just been his imagination.
After the seminar, Chandler went to
visit his parents for a while in order to help occupy his time and his mind. When
their favorite sitcom came on, he went out back and played a little B-Ball on
the basketball court with his older brother, Mario, who was visiting, too.
It wasn’t long before more thoughts of
Inaya returned. It got so bad that Chandler could barely concentrate on the
game. Mario, who was much shorter, took advantage of his distraction and beat him
like he stole something, all within forty-five minutes. The final score was
twenty-one to ten. That had never happened before.
“Enjoy your victory while you can,
because it will never happen again,”
Chandler told his gloating brother.
“Maybe. Maybe not.” Mario grinned,
continuing his victory dance around him on the basketball court. “Now say
cheese for my selfie.”
Chandler scowled as his brother
quickly stopped and snapped a picture of them with his cell phone camera.
“A couple more. I’m gonna need more
proof to show Joe,” Mario said, referring to his college buddy, who had yet to
beat Chandler in a game of basketball.
“Joe couldn’t beat me on my worst
day,” he said, unwilling to let go of his giant size ego.
“Maybe not, but I sure did.” Mario chuckled, gleefully taking two more pictures.
Chandler growled at him. Then after
saying goodbye to their parents, he left and went home to sulk alone.
What
is it about this woman that keeps haunting me? What’s so special about her
anyway? Chandler
pondered on the way home. Yes, she’s
beautiful. Yes, she’s fine. But I barely even know her to be catching feelings
this deep.
Yet what Chandler did know about
Inaya, he liked. He liked how passionate she was about protecting innocent
children. He liked her upbeat attitude, the way her eyes sparkled when she
laughed. His physical attraction to her was like white icing on a chocolate
cake.
By the time Chandler finally made it
home, he prayed and asked God to either remove his craving for this woman or
else give him this woman. The very idea
of pining away for any female, no matter how beautiful, was unacceptable to the
former ladies’ man. It was also humbling. Too humbling.
Chandler hadn’t felt this humble since
he stood at the altar three months ago and asked God to change him any way
that He saw fit. Was this how the Lord saw fit to change him? Was He using
Inaya to humble him? To chop his mammoth sized ego back down to normal?
>>>>
What is wrong with me? Why can’t I shake this man off
my mind? Inaya struggled to push away yet another thought of Chandler as she rolled
out another pie crust. He’d been on her mind all day.
She blamed it on the rain. Rainy days
tended to make her nostalgic and wistful. Even now images of Chandler
repopulated her mind.
Thinking about his handsome face caused
her hands to tingle and long to caress it. She remembered wanting to get lost
in his blue eyes. How his tall frame beckoned her to climb him like a tree,
slide down his trunk, and rest in his shade.
And that magnificent voice.
Inaya could listen to it all day and
well into the night. Don’t forget about Chandler’s stimulating cologne. It was
woodsy and down-to-earth just like him.
You can’t have him, she reminded herself, determined to
avoid some of the same mistakes that she and her mother had made. She was also determined
to stay up late tonight and bake a few more pies. She had to stay busy, lest
her thoughts spiraled out of control.
Maybe I should call Kali, Inaya thought, suddenly in the mood
to talk to someone that she knew loved her. She just hoped her aerobics
instructor of a sister wasn’t scheduled for Zumba class tonight. Kali refused
to be interrupted when she was exercising.
© 2014 by Suprina Frazier
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loving the story so far suprina.
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