The Brewing Storm
Storm was alarmed to find himself cornered in the stairwell. Pushed against the wall, blocked by a large body.
Thomas was so close.
His first day back at work, and now this. Just his luck!
He braced himself for the insult, or even violence.
They hadn’t exchanged more than a few words in the past. The memory of the last time, six months ago still hurt. Thomas’s words had remained, like a knife to his Heart!
‘Don’t look at me, Don’t talk to me, Just Stay Away!’
Now that he had returned, Storm had hoped to go back to his old invisible self. But Thomas had been looking at him all morning.
Storm had tried to ignore the unnerving attention. But he hadn’t been able to resist steeling the odd glance in Thomas’s direction. His heart had skipped each time those dark eyes had met his.
The pleasant scent of cologne filled his nostrils, as a throat came close to his bowed head. Storm closed his eyes.
‘Storm?’
The sound of Thomas saying his name, made his heart leap. The soft voice held no malice, maybe a hint of amusement, but surprisingly nothing that should frighten him.
Storm felt a warm finger, under his chin. He opened his eyes as his face was lifted.
His breath caught as he became conscious of the closeness of Thomas’s face. What he saw there was a tenderness, something he had never experienced before.
‘I missed you Storm!’
‘Huh?’
‘I need to tell you something!’ - Thomas smiled at Storm’s confusion.
‘What?’
‘I am going to win your Heart! So be prepared!’ - Bending Thomas pressed a kiss to Storm’s cheek, released his chin and straightened. Smiled and walked away.
All Storm could manage, was to stare after Thomas, eyes wide, totally stunned!
