Chapter 2

• Song: Talking heads by David Byrne.
• ………..
• He was absolutely breathtaking, he was quite large, looking almost comical in the tiny space in the toilet. His muscles strained against his black shirt and blue jeans, telling me that he must spend quite a lot in the gym.
• He had chocolate brown hair, and dark blue eyes that drew me in and a jaw that could cut through a paper. His lips were luscious and full and I found myself unconsciously leaning in, imagining what my lips would feel like in his.
• And then it clicked instantly, a stranger I just met a few minutes ago was holding me from behind like we were lovers. I pushed him away, not too hard and walked off the toilet embarrassedly.
• "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." I said to myself when I got back to my seat. I placed my hands on my face to try cool down my burning cheeks,
• What was I thinking?. Few minutes back, I was sulking over my boyfriend's betrayal and here I am, letting another man touch me. I shut my eyes and growled deeply, trying to push the thought that I almost kissed a stranger in the toilet.
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• A clearing throat snapped me out of my trance and I opened my eyes to see the same man looking at me. He walked past me to his previous position back at the window side.
• "What's your name?." He asked, his voice was calm and reassuring.
• "Excuse me.." I said.
• "What's your name?." He repeated.
• I didn't reply him. Didn't want to. My life has pushed into a rough part lately and I didn't want to entertain any more drama in my life.
• "I'm Aiden smith."
• I leaned back, not knowing how to respond to him. Among all the guys that I have seen or dated, I've never really felt too attractive to this one. I felt like I've known him all my life.
• "Can you just shut up please?" I was stressed.
• He felt a little shaken, he had an intense look on his face, but withdrew back to his seat slowly.
• ……..
• He pushed my hair backwards, his other hand traveling to my side, he leaned forward and kissed my nose, I closed my eyes feeling his breath filling on my face. I wanted to feel more, I wanted it for us, he, me, alone. Then a thunderous lightning bolt striked through my eyes.
• ………
• I nuzzled myself deeper into the warmth and focused on the small fireworks traveling through me. It felt amazing.
• I woke up feeling a heavy weight on my shoulder, my small bag scrunched down on my laps. I didn't need anyone to tell me I had been sleeping. I looked and found out the man was still sleeping soundly on my shoulder. He had his hand wrapped around me, that must be the fireworks I felt earlier. I slowly pushed his hand away and straightened up.
• I dreamt. Oh, a weird dream but it felt so real and awkward.
• It was morning, the sun ray from the window was shining brightly into the plane. I checked my wrist watch and noticed the plane was going to land in 45mins time. I ran my hands over my hair, carefully not to wake the handsome stranger. I didn't know I could act as if nothing happened in the toilet and how he snuggled his head up to my shoulder again was a misery.
• In less than 20minutes, passengers were trooping out of the plane. I tapped the stranger, trying to wake him up. He mumbled something I couldn't hear with his eyes firmly closed sleepily.
• "Mister, we are the only ones in the plane, and I'm leaving." I said loudly and true to my words, we were last on the plane, the stewardesses were patiently waiting for us.
• Finally he opened his eyes, and removed his head from my shoulder. I stood up, struggling to pull out my carry-on from the overhead compartment. I grabbed the bag and pushed it over, then brought it down.
• Quickly, I scampered out of the plane. I didn't want this creepy man to follow me. I was able to board a taxi to my apartment.
• ……….
• I arrived home in no time, dropped my bag and checked the entire apartment for Elle. She wasn't home yet so I layed on the bed and waited for her.
• My head hurts from the long journey, and I needed a lot of rest. I opened my bag, grabbed out my towel and walked into the bathroom to freshen up. Once the water hit my skin, I felt relaxed and cool. The running water helps in relaxing my muscles. I spent quite a time getting myself cleaned.
• I stepped out and wore Elle's robe on me. I walked out of the shower to see Elle, kissing a guy at the doorway. When the guy sprung her around, Elle's eyes landed on me.
• She quickly shoved the guy away and screamed. "Jesus, Kat. What're you doing back here?"
• I stood and watched them without speaking, she turned to the stranger, "We'll have this some other time, I'm sorry." She whispered and pushed the guy out and closed the door. I folded my arms and watched her silently.
• "The last time I checked, you were dragging your luggages into your boyfriend's apartment. Now, you just appeared back here like a ghost on my favorite bathrobe." She ranted..
• I sighed, "I'm tired, Elle. Can we talk about this later?" I asked and climbed on the bed without actually waiting for her answer. She mumbled inaudibly to herself and walked out of the room.
• I breathed out and thought of what to tell Elle. That I met my boyfriend fucking his sister in his bedroom, and took a late hour flight back immediately. I thought of a lie to tell but none came to my restless mind, I ended up rolling off to the other side of the bed.