Chapter 4 His Phone Number

• You know the feeling when you think you don't like something but once you get a taste of it, eventually it knocks all senses of you that you keep going for it. You become addicted to it like pudding.
• Well, that's how I feel right now. I didn't want the kiss to end. it seemed it wasn't just me cos his hands were on my lower back pulling me closer while the other one was on my face securing my head for him not that I mind. his kiss was warm, unnerving, passionate, and slow until he initiated the french kiss, I melt into the kiss with my body flush against his. My hands that were tugging on his shirt moved to his hair. Feelings I didn't know existed surged through me.
• I knew I was reeling with desire. He pulls away so that we can catch our breath with his head buried in the crook of my neck panting. My hands were still in his hair. It was so soft.
• Without a word, he peppered wet kisses on my neck turning me into a vegetable in his arms. Surprisedly, I didn't hear any voices telling me to stop that I was about to make a mistake or I was been cheap on my date for the first time I really wanted him then he stopped kissing me to look at me with uncertainty and something else. Compassion may be but again that's not possible.
• " It's about to rain. We should head back" he said hoarsely caressing my cheeks while I bit my lips nodding. Gosh, I'm so ashamed of myself.
• Don't get me wrong it's not because I Kissed him but for not wanting it to end.
• Quietly, we walked back to the house but I can feel his gaze on me. I just wanted a cold bath to calm the nerves bottling up inside me. We arrived at the yard then I saw a swing. I don't remember the last time I swung and it relaxes my nerves. So I walked towards it. Reaching there, I checked for any loose strings before sitting on it while he watched with his hands folded on his chest making his ripped muscles obvious.
• Was he scrutinizing me?
• " What do you do? He asked after a while taking long strides my way. He stopped by the strings and pushed it forward making me blush. I can't believe I'm experiencing this at twenty-two though I doubt he thinks so.
• " I'm a pilot. I became a captain a few weeks ago" he stopped swinging me. Trying to figure out what I mean I think. I tilt my head back to see his expression. He smiled at me.
• "Your parents must be proud of you" my face fell at his remarks. My parents weren't proud of my profession but I wasn't going to tell him that.
• "Very. How long have you been in Sweden? I decided to change the topic before he notice my mood swings.
• " Few years. I've been bartending for Idris for some time now" did he just say, Idris? Maybe it wasn't the Idris I know.
• " Idris Beckett. The bar and hotel owner? He chuckled, stopped swinging me, and crouched in front of me. Gosh, he's so hot right now.
• " Yes. Do you know him? His face wrinkled as he asked me about it. Is he jealous?
• " Yeah. We kinda schooled together at Harvard. That's it" he stared at me for some time then sighed.
• " You're perfect aren't you? I didn't understand what he meant then. So I ignored it meeting his eyes.
• " Aren't you curious? I shrugged. Not really I wasn't curious about him. I know he's poor and you know uneducated. Who am I to judge him. So I transfix my gaze elsewhere and noticed dew evaporating from afar.
• " Is there a river here? I don't know if he heard me cos his eyes were glued to mine while his thumb caressed my bottom lip.
• " What are you doing to me? He whispered to himself like he was losing control. What! Does he think I'm doing something to him? What exactly?
• " Julian, you were about to take me home? He blinked, bit his lips then stood up. His hair was a mess.
• Oops, my bad.
• " Of course, I'll take you but you have to promise me something" this will be interesting. I stood up as well staring at him in anticipation. Yup. I'm that curious to know.
• "Let's hear it. Whatever it takes, I'll do it" had I known I wouldn't have promised.
• " Great. Let me" he removed a pen from his side pocket, held my arm out, and scribble something on it like I was still in high school.
• "That's my number. Call me if you want us to see again" he stated while I lowered my arm to take a look. He'd write his number on my arm. I giggled sauntering to the house.
• A lot has happened today.