Point of View: Emara Stone
It's already six while I am still updating reports of last week. I stare at all the pending reports in front of me while I plan tonight's dinner. What should I order, corn and peas sub or McD meal?
Suddenly I see a large hand with long fingers on my desk. I follow the hand to see whose beautiful hand is this.
Ryan, of course, it has to be him.
But what is he doing here on my desk, I wonder? His hair neatly set back, jaw perfectly chiseled and nose flawlessly carved, I would give him 100 out of 10 he is so handsome.
I notice his whiskey brown eyes are speaking something that I couldn't decipher. Which language are they saying? I never felt this illiterate in my whole life.
Ryan towers over me as he slowly sits at the corner of my desk. "Ethan." His voice catches my attention while I look into his enigmatic eyes. He shuts them softly, and when he opens them I swear I saw galaxies in his bright amber eyes. Brown with flecks of gold in them.
His eyes are so mesmerizing, it's like they are pulling me closer with their intense gravity to collide with him. For a big bang. I unintentionally bend forward.
Hotty's eyes are shooting stars at me, damaging my heart for good. He slowly lifts his large palm and cups my cheek. His hand feels warm, warming my cold blood cells. I think I forgot to do the fake beard makeup today.
"Ethan…" He again calls for me but it sounds more like he is pleading. I close my eyes and melt into his touch as he strokes his thumb on my cheek. I wish he said my real name, I would have bent on my knees in front of him just to listen Emara.
Suddenly I feel warm air blew on my face, I instantly open my eyes and see Ryan's face close to me looking as if he is searching for something. "Ryan…" As soon as his name slips from my lips, his pupil expands wide enough to make his whiskey brown color just an outline of his iris.
His eyes are now dark as night.
He lifts my chin to look directly into his dark maze eyes. Our lips dangerously close, yearning for a peck. Ryan's tongue rolls over his lower lip smoothly, "Ethan..." He speaks in a hoarse whisper, slowly and softly but the loud telephone ring startles us both.
I get back to reality immediately like someone threw a water balloon on my face. Ryan picks up the phone, his face shows clear irritation, anger dripping from his hooded eyes. I no more see galaxies, I see lava. Red hot lava.
His bluish veins mercilessly pop out from his hands in a threatening way. He holds the phone inhumanly hard that it might break in a few seconds. He pitilessly smashes the phone back on the table and abruptly stands up from my desk. Everything happened so fast that I couldn't even react.
"Rita is waiting down for you." He says in a raw shrill voice without looking at me. The atmosphere suddenly turns five shade red. His fists are clenched to his side ruthlessly, he turns on his heel and at supersonic speed disappears in his cabin. I never felt so confused in my whole existence.
What just happened? I touch my cheeks where his hands were a few seconds ago, they still feel warm. Warm from his touch.
Was he going to kiss me? Does he like Ethan? Does he think I am gay too?
Oh boy!