I sat crossed legged on the couch, my Kenny G CD playing soft and soothingly in the background.
Book in hand and my relaxing on the couch, I waited, like every other night for him, Keith, my husband.
You see we've been married for 2 years now, and one would think I'd grow tired of waiting for him, doing the same thing, just for him to make little to no acknowledgement of my existence. But no, the hope of that One day, still lies within .
Keith Salvatore is a 26 year old, successful CEO and owner of Salvatore Enterprises and other ventures, good looking , talented and who's presence is filled with authority and a bit of mystery. He's the type of person who works well under pressure, never rash with his decisions and has a way of getting his word across with the simplest of words.
Being as straight forward and blunt sometimes, I found myself hearing him the first time we met, without much further explanation of what he wanted and needed. Though our marriage was not of love, with him ignoring me most of the time, never really showing me around like most husbands do with their wives.
Even then, he has given me full reign of being a wife, he never pressures me into doing anything, he respects me enough to never cheat on me, well that's what I believe, he provides for me and I live comfortably. The last( even though it may hurt me, I'll let it be), if he ever meets someone who captures his heart, he'll tell me before pursuing anything deeper.
I'd rather know then be given the element of surprise, where I never gave myself time to prepare.
In this wait of mine, I hold on to all hope I have in me, to not surround myself with doubt and believe that one day, shall come.
The opening of the front door, has me perking up to look towards the living room entrance, awaiting him to pass by.
His footsteps sound along the tiled floor, nearing to the living room until I see him about to pass the living room and head towards the stairs. Before I can say anything, I notice him stop in his tracks and turn his head to look towards me.
Not wasting any time , I place my book right on the couch, careful not to miss my place and rise to my feet, I start towards him and hold my breath, hoping he won't just pass me by. I almost sigh out loud in relief when he doesn't and remains where he is.
Being careful to not crowd him and remain a few steps back, I take his whole 6'3 frame all in, from his sleek black hair that looks a bit dishelved, no doubt his fingers running through it. His captivating and beautiful blue eyes, tan , ripped but smooth at the same time skin, pink kissable lips( blushing) and his velvety rich toned voice that both makes me nervous and fills me with butterflies and tingles.
In the two years we've been tied in marriage, I've grown to love him, not just that, but I'm in love with him and I tend to give him all love I can offer.
" hello " I say, my voice more lower as usual in his presence.
All I receive is a nod, well that's alright.
" um how was work?" I ask.
" fine..work was just fine.... I'm tired, so I'll just go to bed, "
" um dinner is ready and I'll just heat it up real quick - "I trail off, already starting for the kitchen .
" no I'm not really hungry" he says, already walking away.
" oh..okay" I say, watching his retreating back before I go back to the living room .
Sitting down, feeling a twinge of disappointment , I try relax and continue with my book, letting the music sooth me just like before, when I was alone.
The sound of something clashing against tile, jolts me awake. Looking around, I see nothing out of the ordinary. Feeling quite exhausted and needing sleep, I rise to my feet and start dragging my body to my room, only to stop in my tracks once I hear noises in the kitchen.
Changing direction and heading towards the kitchen, I stop right at the entrance, making sure to stay out of sight as I watch Keith dig into his food and looking at his face closely, something swirls in my stomach when I see him enjoy the food I made.
Not wanting to disturb him, I leave him be.
A smile decorates my face once I'm settled in bed.