I was at the park, standing near the fountain. With my phone in my hand, I scrutinized my surroundings even if I could barely study everything. The shades I was wearing covered the beautiful view around me. The cold wind welcomed me with an embrace. Good thing I had my hair tied under a cap, I didn't have to comb my hair from time to time.
At some point, I wondered if he'd show up. If ever he did, would he be nice? Would I be able to see his eyes glow brightly or with delight? He seemed serious quite often, would he smile this time? If ever, would it be a full one or no, perhaps he'd laugh.
The sound of footsteps walking near where I was standing made my heart skipped a beat. I contemplated if I should face the person or ignore it for who knows I was just assuming things? But then it stopped from behind me. Not a single second wasted, I turned around and had my mouth hanging for a moment when I saw a man standing before me.
To be fair, I removed my shades to have a better look at him. There he was. Standing with all his glory. Indeed, he was tall. Black hair tousled to perfection. Was it his intention or he just woke up? My eyes scanned his dark washed jeans. Oh, how I knew too well what was underneath it.
However, that wasn't the reaction I was expecting to see from him. The end of his lips curled up, making me think he was grinning or more like plotting something evil. There were people around the area, I still felt safe. But the fact that he could be with someone else and might kidnap me, struck my head.
Despite these weird thoughts running around my brain, I was still able to hear his voice. That voice I always wanted to hear.
"Hey," he said with a smile.
"H-Hey," I managed to answer back.
For a second, I had to find my tongue and swallow some saliva—I didn't realize my throat had gone dry for my jaw had reached the ground ever since I saw him. I was able to regain my composure though, by reminding myself not to stare at him for long.
"Sorry, do I know you?" I asked, trying my best not to grin.
He smirked. "I'm sure you do."
My lie was discovered easily. I knew I wasn't good at lying. But damn, that grin. I so wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss those lips. If it weren't for the kids around us, I would've taken his pants off and sit on top of him.
"I. . . I won't be staying here for long," I spoke after the uncomfortable silence. "My flight will be 10:30 pm."
He glanced at his watch, prolly checking how much time we had left. Five hours. We only had five fucking hours. It was better than not having a single second, better than not being able to see him.
"Where you wanna go?" He inquired.
Honestly, I wanted to walk around the park, check these restaurants, take pictures, and pretty much explore the place. But when I saw him, I realized that all I needed to explore was his body.
"I'm tired," I said with a sigh and small frown. "Maybe we can stay in my room?"
The thought of having him inside my room made me nervous. Plus, the grin forming on his lips made everything worse. It was clearly a plain invitation to hang out and to save money. All I wanted was to talk and chill. His smile made me feel like my expectations wouldn't turn into reality.
With a nod coming from him, we walked side by side, without a single word coming out of our mouth. Once in a while, his arm would brush mine giving me goosebumps in an instant—even if I had my jacket on. It would be a lie if I said I wasn't nervous. My hands were sweating like shit they were like the Niagara Falls.
In less than a minute, we made it to the entrance of the hotel. All throughout our walk, I kept on lowering my head. Even as we entered the elevator, I couldn't spare him a glance. My crazy heartbeat was able to overpower the music coming from the speakers inside the elevator.
Slowly, I walked to where I know my room was located. I had forgotten about my room number. I was only relying on my memory. As the clock ticked, it felt like my mind was going blank, my body was going numb, my heart was beating fast, and I could barely breathe properly.
He was quiet as he followed me from behind. When I reached the door, I searched for my keys inside the pocket of my jacket. I had a mini heart attack when I thought I dropped it somewhere, making me wish for a second I wore pants today. But this was a once in a lifetime experience so I had to wear my favorite black dress. How could I not wear a freaking dress when I kept on picturing him lifting my skirt, pushing my panties to the side so he could fuck me easily?
There was a sigh of relief after I managed to open the door. And luckily I was able to clean the room beforehand—ah, seemed like I planned this all along. He shut the door and locked it when we made it inside. There was still that tense silence that went along with the thick air that seemed to suffocate me.
I cleared my throat. "Are you hungry?" I asked as I placed my phone and shades on top of the table.
His eyes never left mine as I stood away from him. "Very."
Apparently, I only had snacks in my bag. I chewed my lower lip and looked around my suitcase while my brain thought of anything that could feed my guest. When I felt him close behind me, I jumped and nearly cursed under my breath. Before I could fully see what was happening and what he was doing, I felt his soft lips crash into mine.
I didn't realize I was hungry as well when I had his lips on mine. I couldn't move an inch for I was dumbstruck, like his kiss was a spell that could make me surrender myself to him in a snap. Slowly, he opened his mouth to breathe but I took it as an opportunity to kiss him back.
He took a step back when I flung my arms around his neck. In response, he placed his hands on my waist and lowered his head so it would be easier for me to devour his sweet lips.
"Fuck!" I squeaked when he wrapped his arms below my butt and carried me.
Our lips never parted even as he placed me on the bed. He was gentle and was careful even if the way he kissed me was rough and hard. I needed air but he wouldn't let go of my lips, plus his body pressed to mine prevented me from moving an inch. Instead of pushing him away so I could take a break, I pulled him closer to me—if it was even possible.
Both of us were out of breath when he detached his lips from mine. It was the only time we were able to observe each other's face. I traced his jawline, imagining what it would feel if he didn't shave. I ruffled his messy hair. It was indeed as thick as a hoe's makeup.
"Were you asking me to fuck you?" He asked, showing me that annoying grin again.
"What if I said 'yes'?" I raised an eyebrow.
