is there someone else?
say it
Silent thread bonus part
For a year, the flowers came without a name.
Tulips.
Lilies.
Dahlias.
You stopped asking the receptionist who dropped them off around month three.
Stopped pretending it was a mistake around month five.
Stopped thinking it was him… around month eight.
By the twelfth, you just… accepted it.
Today, it was roses.
With a familiar chess piece king in the bouquet.
There was also a box this time.
And a note.
You stared at it longer than you should have before opening it.
L’Ambroisie. 7pm. My driver will get you.
No name.
Of course.
You glance over at The black box next to it. Your jaw tightened, but your fingers had already reached for it.
A black midi dress. Black shoes—your exact size.
Jewelry you wouldn’t have picked… but somehow still felt like you.
You scoff. Who’s this person who knows you so well. And why is it that your heart is beating fast like you already know who it is.
You close for the day and go home.
**
You shower. You dress up.
You stood in front of the mirror longer than necessary.
Not admiring.
Studying.
Because something about this didn’t feel like surprise anymore.
It felt like… recognition.
And that unsettled you more than anything. In like a good way.
**
At exactly 6:58pm your ride came.
The restaurant was quiet and empty. Soft light. Space between tables.
The man guiding you stopped halfway. You didn’t ask why.
You had already seen him.
Mike
Your spine shivered before your thoughts could catch up.
He watched you from his end.
Of course it’s Mike.
You have questions. So many.
Has he been watching you all this time?
But right now… you just want to look at him.
He looks different.
Taller. Sturdier.
Maybe it’s the black he’s wearing.
No… it’s more than that.
He looks better.
Like someone who just stepped out of something heavy like a sickness and survived it.
There’s distance in him now.
And warmth.
Both.
Why are you shaking?
Why does it feel like if you take one more step further, you might actually fall?
As if he can read you, he walks toward you.
“Hello…” he scoffs lightly, “at the club, you were Vee. As the maid, Jasmine…”
He holds your gaze “…Nora.”
You scoff. “You seem to know a lot about me.” It came out quieter than you intended.
A small shift in his expression. Something… satisfied. “I had time.”
“The flowers.”
“Yeah” He stepped closer.
Your body held its ground. Barely.
“I could have come to you earlier,” he said, voice low enough to taunt you
“I didn’t . I, I wanted to see if i could forget you.”
Another step closer.
Your breath hitched
“I tried Nora” His Fingers grazing the chain at your neck… sliding lower… slow enough that you felt this jolt in your chest before you processed it.
Your throat tightened.
Because truth is sitting right there—in your pulse, in your breath, in the way you hadn’t moved an inch away from him, that you too tried to forget him. And failed.
“I tried, but I couldn’t” still staring at your body.
He straightened and took a step back. “You look…” he swallows, “…stunning. As ever.”
“Come,” he says. “Let’s sit.”
His hand rests on your lower back as he guides you to the table.
He pulls out your chair. Waits. Then sits across from you.
“You’re not going to ask how I’ve been?” he says.
“How I’ve been all this time?”
You swallow.
Try to steady your breath.
You can’t.
You grab your purse and stand.
He’s up immediately.
Catches your arm. Spins you back.
And then he kisses you.
Hard.
Hungry.
His hands find your zip.
Yours go to his.
He stops you.
Both of you breathing hard.
He holds your gaze.
“Let’s go home.”
You nod.
**
Some moments don’t need words.
This was one of them.
Clothes don’t matter.
Time doesn’t matter.
Only His hands. His mouth. Him.
You’re back in each other like nothing ended.
He kisses you deep, “mmmm” his sounds rising, his tongue thrusting, his mouth sucking,
and just when you want more, when you need more…
he turns you.
His mouth finds the back of your shoulder.
His hand slides inside your panties.
He groans—low—when he feels you.
And then he presses harder.
“ohh” your head falls back. Eyes shut.
You let more sounds out.
You can’t help it.
“Is there someone else?” He goes deeper.
You lick your lips. Pretend you didn’t hear him.
He turns you to face him.
Still moving inside you
“Tell me.”
Your mouth opens. Closes.
Your eyes challenge him.
A little disobedience.
He kisses you again—harder.
Bites your lip.
The sting makes you wetter.
Then he stops.
You swallow.
“There’s no one else, Michael,” you say quietly.
A breath.
“I wish there was.”
You look away.
“I wish I could forget you. I wish I,”
He grabs your jaw.
Kisses you deeper.
You push him onto the bed.
He watches you.
You take off your panties.
He licks his lips and swallows.
You climb on top of him.
He pulls you in and centers you on his face.
The more your hips rolled against his mouth
The more sounds spill out of you.
You try to run from the drowning sensation, he holds you there.
Just when you’re about to fall with the quiver in your thighs,
he stops.
He pulls his drawers down.
Enters you.
Hard.
Slow.
Then harder.
“Yes—fuck—yes, Michael…” your voice breaks with each stroke
“I missed you… I missed you…”
His gaze glistened with each thrust.
It’s too much. Too good.
You don’t want it to stop.
He keeps going. “Urrhh. Mmm. I missed you… so much”
Then he moves to the side and nudges you.
You climb on top.
You grind.
Slow at first.
Then steadier.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says.
He leans up, takes your mouth.
Your jaw.
Your breasts.
You wrap your arms around his head.
Move harder.
Faster.
He pulls you down into him.
There
You release
You’re crying into him,
while he just holds you.
Rubs your back.
Lets you be.
**
You wake up.
It’s still dark. Except with the lamp over his head.
He’s looking at you.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” he says, leaning closer.
You frown slightly.
“Is everything okay?”
A small smile.
“Everything is perfect.”
He reaches to his side,
returns with a small box.
You sit up, pulling the sheet to your chest.
Your heart is racing.
“I love you Nora,” he says opening the box with the big stone shining inside
“I love you so much and… I don’t want to spend another day without you as mine.”
A breath.
“Marry me. Please.”
You smile. Fix your teary eyes.
Then nod.
“I love you too,” you say softly.
“And yes… I’ll marry you.”
His face shifts from grin to something softer.
He pulls you into him.
“Thank you,” he murmurs.
“Thank you.” Kisses your neck.
He gently pulls the sheet off you.
Kisses your chest .
Moves down.
You smile. Flush.
He comes back up, kisses you
and enters you again.
This time—slow.
Soft.
It feels different.
Like a conversation.
Like a promise.
…
The End.
zenstateofmindwriter
Part 7..................Just amazing........
This felt sooo real.....