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She knew the route to her front door like the back of her hand and walked through her apartment with ease without turning on a light and waking Nisha.
As soon as she opened the door, she realized she hadn’t looked through the peep hole first. A no-no for a single woman living alone. “Well, this is how I get murdered tonight,” she grumbled as the door swung open.
Standing on the other side was a shirtless and very distraught looking Phate. His blond hair curled in every direction. His pillowcase had made a crease on the side of his cheek. Without a shirt, his chest and stomach muscles were on full display and her body reacted accordingly.
Her nipples hardened. Tingling erupted at the apex of her thighs as her gaze dipped to the tight cotton briefs hugging his hips. Pleasure fired up and down her spine as her eyes locked on the bulge that outlined a very impressive cock laying against his powerful thigh.
“Tasha.”
Tasha shook her head. She wasn’t supposed to still have this reaction toward him. She should’ve hated the sight of him. But here she was, about to melt into a pool of goo because the man had a body like a Greek God. “What?” Was all she trusted herself to say.
“I received a message from home.”
She waited for him to say more. When he didn’t, she waved a hand for him to continue.
“It’s...it’s...” Phate cursed under his breath and shifted on his feet. “Complicated.”
Tasha raised her eyebrows and shook her head. “Complicated is what you change your Facebook profile to. It’s not the reason you use for knocking on your neighbor’s door in the middle of the night.”
She took a step back to close the door. Phate smacked a palm against the frame. “Wait. A rescue is on the way. We’re leaving sooner than expected.”
She should’ve said good riddance and slammed the door. Instead, she asked, “When are you leaving?”
Phate dropped his arm to his side. “One Earth month.”
Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. She should be happy he was leaving. But that wasn’t the emotion cursing through her veins.
Sad.
Sad that she didn’t have more time with him.
Upset.
Upset at herself for feeling sad. There were other emotions as well, but those two stood out the strongest.
Wait.
Tasha frowned. “Rescue? Earth month?”
Phate glanced toward the open door of his apartment then thrust his fingers through his curls, leaving them messier than ever.
“You’re the one that came knocking on my door in the middle of the night to tell me that you’re leaving in a month, not today. If you don’t want to tell me, fine. Don’t bother me.” She started to close the door again, but he stiffened the arm still stretched between them bracing the door open with his hand.
“Like I said, it’s complicated.”
Tasha crossed her arms. “Like I said, save it for a Facebook post. So, you’re getting rescued or whatever. You’re leaving. We didn’t share anything special. You’ve made certain of that. Why tell me this?”
Despite her best efforts, her voice cracked toward the end.
“Because wedidshare something special. I know and I think you do too.” Tasha opened her mouth to tell him what she thought about their “special moment”, but he silenced her with a hand. “It was special, Tasha. No matter what happened afterward. The moment itself was special. I, how do you say? Fucked it up. I shouldn’t have gone out with anyone after being with you. I should’ve defied orders.”
“Rescue? An Earth month? And now following orders?” Tasha blew out a heavy breath. “Phate, if you don’t tell me what’s going on right now, I’m shutting this door and putting my back into it. I’m exhausted and I don’t have the energy to deal with you standing on my doorstep talking in code. Either shit or get off the pot.”
He frowned, glancing away then back at her. “I don’t understand what that means. Why do you want me to have a bowel movement?”
Tasha sucked her teeth. “It’s a saying. It means to hurry up or move on. You’ve got two seconds to decide if you want to tell me what’s going on or not.”
Phate glanced toward his apartment once again. Her frustration overruled her need to figure out what his issue was. She moved to shut the door and made good on her promise by leaning her weight against the door.
