I turned on my bed and glanced at my bedside clock. It was just after ten in the morning, a record in my case. I yawned and stretched my body to remove the stiffness from the night before. Getting up, I walked to the bathroom and turned on the lights. Washing my hands, I stared at myself in the mirror; I looked a mess... And who could blame me, I spent the remainder of last night thinking about what was going on in the room next to mine. Try as I might I couldn't hear a thing.

When I finally fell asleep, I was haunted by visions of her perfect body. She was taunting me, begging me to take her as mine... But even in my dreams I couldn't escape the reality. She wasn't mine, she never was and never will be.

I washed my face and tried to wipe away the bags. It was futile. Instead I took a quick shower and headed downstairs to make some breakfast.

My nose was assaulted by the delectable smell wafting towards me from the kitchen. I approached slowly. To my surprise Roni was there putting ripe plantain and scrambled eggs onto two plates and throwing some orange juice into two glasses.

Probably for Anthony.

She was, unfortunately, fully dressed.

I entered the kitchen and went straight for the papers to see the headlines. I sat in an empty chair far away from where they were to sit.

"Aren't you going to sit here?"

I looked up from my papers and saw that she was pointing to the seat with the plate opposite hers.

"Oh! Yeah, sure. I just wanted to read the papers first." I replied cautiously and got up from my seat to go sit where she wanted me to.

I glanced at her before quickly returning my eyes to my papers. After a few minutes of reading the same depressing things everyday I folded the papers and placed it on the table beside me. Looking up I caught Roni staring at me before hastily looking away.

"So." she said breaking the awkward silence. "How'd you sleep?"

I almost choked on my plantains as her question caught me off guard. I swallowed some of the Orange juice before answering.

"It was okay. You?"

"Yeah, same."

"Well I should get going." I stood up and took my wares to the sink, washing them.

"You're leaving?!" She asked bewildered.

"No, I'm just going out back to finish off my chores." I looked over at her as I reassured her. She nodded as she remembered that my parents wanted me to clear the backyard before they got home. After I finished I wiped my hands on the towel and went through the back door.

What was up with her?

I pondered as I took the rake and cleared the grass. Was she feeling guilty for her and Anthony last night? Was that why she made me breakfast? Did she make him leave in the middle of the night? My mind was filled with so many questions and I hadn't the energy nor the time to ask them.

I spent the remainder of the morning raking the grass, packing away old stuff, dusting, weeding, etc. by the time I was done my body was passed its capacity to do work. I stretched and held my back as I re-entered the kitchen. Roni wasn't in there and I was thankful. I went over to the fridge and got a bottle of water which I quickly emptied.

Panting I took a seat on one of the chairs and let out a loud moan.

"Leave it to me to think dirty."

I heard coming from someone at the doorway. I opened my eyes to see Roni just as she walked in, carrying two huge shopping bags which she dropped on the counter.

"You went out?" I asked trying to ignore the sexual tension in the room, even though I pretty much was the only person showing it.

"Yeah, after you were working so hard outside I decided to make lunch but I didn't have the ingredient that I wanted and I went out to get it."

"It?" I asked looking at the bags that she was unloading.

"Yup."

"And what was it?"

"Basil." She stated matter-of-factly.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply before releasing. She went to the store to buy basil and yet ended up with two bags full of groceries. I rolled my eyes. The rich life.

I knew It would be pointless to argue with her so instead I helped unpack the bags. We were silent the entire time but ever so often our bodies touched as we passed each other. And with every touch my body became more and more aware of the girl in the room with me. This is definitely the definition of torture.

I was sweaty and itchy and in bad need of some warm water on my tense skin. Not to mention how on alert with need my body was. I left my roommate in the kitchen preparing the pot as I went upstairs. Arriving at my bedroom, I took off my jeans and top before going to my dresser and pulling out new clothing.

Grabbing my towel I stripped all the way and stepped into the bathtub. Today didn't feel like the day to stand up and let water fall on me. Instead it felt like the sit in the bathtub and relax day. I braced my head against the tub and gently started to play with the bubbles.

Unknowingly my mind went back to last night. I thought about seeing her naked; how her body looked with the dim fridge light shining on her, how her beautiful private looked as it peaked out from between her legs. The way her nipples hardened and her cheeks pinked as I watched her, entrapped and completely turned on. I groaned loudly as I imagined what she would taste like.

I bet every inch of her would be better than a taste of any ice cream than man perfected. I bet she would melt literally and hypothetically when I feasted upon her delicacies. I moaned at the thought as my mind continued to imagine her.

Imagined the way her voice would sound as she cried my name when she climaxed, imagined the way her body would rock after wave after wave of her orgasm was felt by me. Imagined how her eyelids would punish to stay up as she would be slowly falling to sleep, her body spent after our passionate love making. Most of all I thought about what it would feel like to finally know that she was mine.

I laughed harshly at the notion. It was an impossible dream but a dream nonetheless.

I continued to play with the bubbles until they were no more before getting up and allowing the water to drain away. I wrapped my towel around me and walked into the bedroom. I took my time creaming my skin, combing my hair and putting on my outfit.

I went with a white tee and some faded jeans. I didn't bother wearing any bra because I usually didn't and I hated the damn things. I took one last look at myself in the mirror and went back to the kitchen. There was no way that I could avoid this girl so I would just have to suck it up and pretend like never before.

When I entered the kitchen Roni was at the stove adding some salt into the pot and stirring. I could see she was in deep concentration and I smiled even though she couldn't see me.

"Hmm, something smells good." I said and she jumped, holding her hands to her chest.

"Jeez Carr, you scared me. Come over here and tell me if this thing has enough salt."

I laughed when I saw her jump and made my way over to the stove. She dipped some stew onto the spoon and placed it to my lips. Never taking my eyes off hers, I opened my mouth and allowed the stew to slide down my throat.

"Mmm." I moaned fleetingly closing my eyes. "This is delicious."

I didn't mean for my voice to sound like it did but I couldn't help it. Having her so close to me, feeding me, caused me to become weak and the sensible part of my brain shut down. She was also an excellent cook and tasting her food was like tasting perfection. But now, it sounded like I was hitting on her. My voice was low and seductive and I had brought my face a bit too close to hers. I saw as she bit her lips before she too closed her eyes.

Woah! Did I do that?! Please tell me I'm not imagining things.

I closed my eyes once more before reopening them. This time Roni was looking at me... No, at my lips.

I sucked in a breath and stared at her eyes, staring at my lips. Without thought, my tongue shot out and slowly began to wet them making her inhale sharply. I watched as slowly her eyes came back to mine. What I saw shocked me. They were completely heat filled and had such longing that I nearly reached out and kissed her. I was so close that it was easy.

I stared blankly at her as she licked the remaining stew from the spoon as her eyes fluttered close.

What in the world have I gotten myself into?

I felt myself closing the already small gap between us as my eyes zeroed in on her lips.

"Carr?"

"Hmm?" I murmured.

"What are you doing?" Roni whispered and my mind struggled to make sense of her words.

When I finally comprehended what she was saying, my eyes flew up to hers and my heart stopped.

Oh god.

Roni was looking at me like I lost my damn mind and I felt like a pedophile.

"I'm sorry." I replied quickly and nearly ran out the room.