3. Rory Hemmingway
THREE
Rory Hemmingway
Someone is knocking on my front door.
A part of me should be annoyed but I’m not. It’s like something is going to happen that I’m not prepared for, and I have no idea what I’m going to do about it.
Another part of me longs to do a lot more, to get dragged into a mess that I have no idea if I’m going to be able to get myself out of. A part of me wonders what I’m going to do if something is happening.
Tightening my robe around my nightdress, not wanting to be showing anything, I make my way downstairs. The knocking isn’t insistent, but it seems like the person knows that I am home.
But when I peep through the peephole, I’m immediately stunned at the beautiful men on the other side.
Just who are they?
Opening the door just enough, I peek out and look at them hesitantly, feeling like my heart is going to burst right out of my chest. I have no idea what is going to come from that, but it is pretty evident that a lot more will come from it.
I guess I have no clue what I’m going to do but it’s clear to me that it’s going to end up being a lot more.
Can I even handle what else is going to come from it?
I’m not certain but it is very evident to me that this is the way that things will happen and I’m not going to be able to do anything else about it. Going back and forth in my head, I exhale slowly as I run my fingers through my hair.
I don’t know what I’m longing for, but I do know what I need.
What I’m craving.
It’s evident that there’s nothing else for me to do about it and I’m going back and forth on it. When I see the look on everyone’s faces when they look at me, it’s more certain to me that I might end up needing to do a lot more.
But the men are gorgeous.
It is obvious that they are twin brothers, tall and muscular although the one closest to the door is a little on the leaner side. Both with pitch black hair, the main thing that is different about them is their eye color.
The one closest to me has green eyes while the other has brown.
And by the looks of it, they want something from me.
Especially as they are looking at me with hunger.
Like they might end up devouring me whole and I’m not going to be able to do a damn thing about it. Nervously, I try to decide what is going to end up coming from it because I’m certain that this is what I’m going to end up doing.
I’m just concerned about what they want from me.
“What is this about?” I ask them, just trying to keep the door between us, “do I know you?”
The one closest to me grins, a twinkle in his eyes, “we’re your next-door neighbors. My name is Alexi, and this is Mikhail. What is your name?”
“Rory.” I introduce myself, wondering what might come from it.
A part of me is nervous about what is going to come but I end up shaking their outstretched hands. It’s like a spark wells inside of me, making me immediately jerk my hand back because I have no clue what is going to come from it.
Something tells me that it isn’t going to be easy.
That I’m going to end up having to do a lot more if I know what is good for me.
I just wonder what more will be able to come from it before it is too late.
Something tells me that things are not going to be easy but I’m just taking things one step at a time. I wish that I could decide what I want.
I wish that I could just figure out how they are making me feel.
“Did you need something?” I wonder, just trying to ignore the urges rising inside of me.
I’d love to be able to do a lot more, to be tempted by them.
I don’t know why I’m feeling like this, an ache continuing building within me as I’m just figuring it out. I hate all of it, feeling like I’m going crazy.
I wish that I could figure it out before it’s too late.
I know it’s not going to be easy and I’m even more worried about what’ll end up coming next.
I suppose that I’m going to have to decide.
“Well, we wanted to welcome you to dinner one of these nights as a welcome to the neighborhood.” Alexi offers to me, but something tells me that it is not going to be just dinner, “I can just tell that we are going to get along just fine if you would like that.”
“You don’t know me.” I correct him, seeing how he pauses a little bit, “so how am I to just believe you? It seems a little crazy if you ask me if you’re showing up and asking me to dinner.”
“I’m not lying.” He tells me, reaching out and the momentary brush of his fingers against my cheek makes me still, “I’m not certain what’s going through that pretty little head of yours, but I have no ill intentions.”
I can tell that is a promise.
I’d like to be able to do a lot more, but I have no clue what I’m going to do about it. I don’t even know if we’re going to be fine. Something tells me that it isn’t going to be easy, and it just might be a mess.
What more can I do about it?
I suppose one way or the other, this is the way that it has to be.
Do they even realize it?
The terrifying realization that this can turn around on me scares me a little bit, but I also know that I don’t want to let go. I know what I’m aching for, and it is pretty clear that I’m longing for a lot more.
I don’t want to let go either.
I want to enjoy my life, and something is telling me to make them mine.
Nothing matters what ends up coming from it because it is the truth. I wish that I could say there’s a more logical reason, but I can’t say that there is.
All I know is this is what I want, and this is what I’m going for. There’s no way that I’m going to be able to walk away and whatever ends up coming from it, I know this is what I’m going to have to do.
Either way, I’m taking this one step at a time and I’m not going to be able to do anything else about it.
I’m scared but also curious.
I’m horny.
I didn’t think that I would feel that way, but it has erupted inside of me, but I have to put it away for right now. If it goes the wrong way, then I’m certain that there’s not much else I can do about it.
I wish that I could figure it out but it’s not going the way that I had hoped it would.
Something tells me it is not going to be easy no matter which direction we go down.
That much I have already decided before it is too late.
“Sure, I’ll have dinner with you tomorrow.” I finally decide, seeing how they both look pleased, “I’d really like that.”
I can’t believe that I’m admitting something like this in the way that I couldn’t dream about. A part of me is terrified in the sense that it’s going to be a lot more for me to handle.
I’m already certain that no matter what comes from it, there’s only one way that I’m going to get past this.
And I don’t think it’s going to be walking away.
“We will see you then.” Mikhail murmurs, his voice even deeper and huskier than Alexi's, that is enough to make me tempted for a lot more, “I’m excited to see where things go tomorrow.”
I’m shocked by his words because I didn’t expect him to be so blunt about it.
Another part of me was eager to see what would come from it but I’m certain that it would go one way or the other. If it went another way, I could almost believe that there’s no way that I would be able to walk away.
I just keep trying to decide which direction to go before it is too late.
If I open myself up like this, I have no clue what’ll happen, but I do know that I won’t be able to stop.
Not now, not ever.
That is a promise that I intend to keep.