Chapter 26: Like a Garden

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Rashad

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Rashad

I looked out of the window of my Raleigh apartment. Joy told me that she needed to stop by and I was looking out for her because parking spots were slim. I told her to call me when she got close and I was going to park the car for her.

It had been three days since we both got back to Raleigh and outside of a text to let each other know we arrived safely, we hadn't spoken. Our first counseling session was that next afternoon, so I wasn't sure what she needed to talk about that night that couldn't wait until then.

Being at my parent's was good for us in one sense, but what went down on the last night reminded me of the deep-rooted pain we were both still dealing with. We wanted to forgive each other and move on, but doing that wasn't as easy as we both thought. We had been tiptoeing around the issues, hoping they would eventually get better on their own. So far, it wasn't working. We would put on a band-aid and then just as quickly would rip it off. We went from discussing me moving back into the house to her having to fly back to Raleigh because we couldn't be left alone in the car on an eight hour drive.

A new text grabbed my attention. It was Joy telling me that she had found a visitor parking spot and was on her way inside. As I watched my wife walk towards the building, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She looked beautiful. She was dressed up in a light reddish-colored skirt set with a black leather-fringed jacket on top of it. The way she could pull off sexy casual was like nobody else I knew. It never looked like she was trying hard no matter what she wore. It looked as if she was on her way somewhere and I wanted to know where.

 It looked as if she was on her way somewhere and I wanted to know where

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It was after eight and I knew none of her art classes were this late. Then, I wondered if she had dressed like this for me? I doubted it, because she didn't look happy walking inside of the building. Coming to see me seemed more like a pit stop before her real destination.

There were soft knocks on my door and I answered it, not even bothering to throw on a t-shirt. And her seeing the way I answered the door worked in my favor. She couldn't hide her attraction to me even if she tried to. No matter how made she was at me.

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