"Please believe me," he takes his hands away from my back, coldness now flooding to the previously warm spot where his hand had been.
"I... I.." I mumbled softly, disconcerted by his close proximity, yet shivering from the absence of his big, toasty warm hands. He seems to sense that, leaning in and grabbing my right hand, heat spreading like wildfire throughout my body.
Nervousness takes me over and I yank my slender hand away. His eyes widen in surprise as I shove them in my pockets. "You don't want me to touch you?" he inquired curiously, "You don't trust me?"
Yes, I want you to touch me. Yes, I trust you. Although I have no idea why.
"I don't know you. Why would I?" I carelessly throw at him. He blinks once, almost from surprise rather than irritation. Bafflement is etched into his features, as if he is actually confused at the thought that I don't.
I begin to get angry at myself. Why do I have to be so bitter?
"Okay, I'll wait then," he grins faintly. Other than his slightly diminished smile, he seems undeterred, though, continuing almost as energetic as before.
Is this guy for real?
"Well, you might as well give up now then or else you'll be waiting forever," I look away, letting the harsh words leave my lips.
"Don't worry; I am prepared to wait forever. I have all the time in the world," he says softly, his words startling me.
Of course. How can I forget? He isn't even a human.
"I think you forget that I will die in about seventy five years. I don't have forever," I murmur, my voice picked up by his sensitive ears. Silence stretches between us as the seconds tick by. I feel uncomfortable, trying to look anywhere but him.
He laughs again, a sound that starts to to melt my heart. "I think you underestimate me, Mona."
Whoa. Wait a second.
"How do you know my name?" I furiously demand. He winks at me in response, waving my school ID before my eyes. Narrowing my eyes, I hold out my hand towards him. "Give it back."
"Should I?" He teases, sparking my anger. I launch myself at him, and he smiles wickedly. "Oh, well this is getting interesting."
It only takes a few seconds of violently grabbing at thin air before I realize I am not going to get my ID back by force. He is moving his arms so quickly that its impossible to even touch him. Rolling my eyes in resignation, I lean back and fall against the divan.