Days passed by, we tried to meet a couple of times but it got interrupted by her friends sometime or the other. I couldn't keep my mind off her. I wanted to see how she wakes up to shower to eating to working and everything that she does. Slowly my nights turned sleepless. I wanted her scent, her touch, I wanted to hear her voice. My cock turned hard at every thought of her, I had to get her.
It was almost weekend and she was at the National Gallery with Jordan attending the Pathos of distance. Ava would've been done by early evening unless she made any plans for later. Without giving it much thought I reached the gallery before she was done.
I was parked right near where she could easily spot me. It was around 15 minutes of wait and I thought to check if her car was around or maybe she left early. I looked around the parking before calling her. I couldn't spot her car so I got my phone out to dial her but then there she was, walking out of the gallery. In a maroon turtle neck top and charcoal grey tight pants, paired with perfect heels. Her hair were tied and she was wearing glasses for the first time I had noticed. Ava stepped out discussing something with Jordan, giggling to each other. She looked as innocent as a devil of two year old. I was lost in the moment, looking at her smile and she grabbed the sleeve ends in her fists, walking with a little extra sway. I waited for her to notice me and she did.
She walked quick to me and said, "How come are you here? And why didn't you tell me?"
"I have to take you somewhere, come with me," I replied as Jordan reached us. Ava gave her a puzzled look and asked if it was ok if she would see her later?
Looking at me she asked "Will I have you guys over for dinner?"
"I'm sorry, but I think not," I replied smiling "Don't worry, she's safe with me."