Ok i have known Stephen since he was in my sister's college. We talked occasionally and that totally concerned studies only. But what the hell just happened now?
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The party has started in a full swing. There were people in suits and long dresses. It seemed quite like a formal party except it wasn't one. From a distance these people might seem like one who are discussing politics and economic matters. But if you listen in it's nothing but just bickering and laughing. All of the people were my sister's best friends. I don't think she actually knows what a best friend is. She just befriends anyone she talk to. Hell she is on the first name basis with her manager.
I was just standing in a corner of the dining table , where we had kept our punch bowl and stirring the mixture with a long rod-like thing. But my eyes were focussed somewhere else.
In front of me among the few huddles of groups was Stephen. With his back to me. I am not an ass person but damn that thing.
I was so embarrassed when he saw the handcuffs that my friend had gifted me earlier, that I couldn't talk much after that. Thank god Rhea arrived soon.
When he saw the handcuffs a hint of anger mixed with something flickered in his eyes. Was he mad that I had such kinks? Or that he didn't expect me to have sex ever?
"What?" I was shocked when someone's hands snaked around my waist causing me to push the person away.
"What do you mean by what?" I replied as I turned around and found Bryce smirking.
"Ok I know I scared the shit out of you, but what are you doing now?" Bryce came closer to me.
Bryce was my sister's high school friend and was a dear friend to me. He had blonde hair side swept, unlike Stephen who had his jet black hair slicked back.
And Bryce was wearing an off white tee and a pair of black pants unlike Stephen who was in a navy blue suit and His tie hanging loose around his neck now.
I made mental note that I should stop comparing everyone with Stephen.
I saw Bryce smirking at me .
"Why?"
"You know if you stare someone for long their intuition works and they start to feel awkward?" He asked with his innocent puppy eyes.
"I am not ogling at Stephen", I replied and turned around again to continue my mindless stirring.
" I was just saying a fact, and you just accepted you were staring at Stephen", he smiled and st down on the chair beside me, "come sit down".
He pulled me down on the chair behind me.
We sat there for a minute in a quiet silence while I stopped stirring the concoction and served both of us some. I saw Bryce swirling his concoction and staring at it mindlessly.
" Ok spill", I said finally, "it's clear you are hiding something, that's irritating shit outta me. "
He turned to look at me suddenly with a sad-smile kinda expression on his face, "don't judge okay? " He took a pause before inhaling and said, "I think I am bisexual"
"Ok firstly it's 21st freaking century no one is going to judge you and damn you got a whole lot of innumerable options", i laughed playfully slapping his biceps.
" Ok that's just too cliched, can we go back to how attracted you are to your sister's best friend? ", he turned to look at Stephen again, who was now facing us with the same stern face he usually has, with a beer bottle in his hands. I looked down the moment our eyes meet, sure that my face is drained of colour.
After a moment too long I still had my eyes fixed at my hands which had an empty glass now. I heard Bryce blabbing something which I was totally not listening.
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No I was going to look at the empty glass for rest of the evening, that would be easy right?
Suddenly I heard a gruff voice, "can I borrow Sandy for a minute Bryce?"
I looked up to see Stephen looking intently at me while talking to Bryce. Now his eyes caught mine. I just couldn't remove my brown eyes from his dark black ones. I was looking at an abyss.
Just the Bryce said, "sure , why not? " And then leaned in to peck on my cheeks. I turned and glared at him. He was still smirking.
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I stood up and followed Stephen to our guest room. He went in first , his hands loosening the neck tie again and again.
I closed the door behind me. The song outside muffled a bit. But when did it get so loud? I was too busy noticing someone else I guess.
I turned around to see him seated on the bed looking intently at me. There was a dark aura around him. I leaned on my back to the door. I tried my best to concentrate on the voices and music outside rather than at this ridiculously handsome person here. I gazed at my feet, too ashamed and maybe afraid to look at him.
I felt him stand up and walk till he was standing in front of me.
"Why are you running away from me?"
I looked up and caught his eyes, there was something with his expression which I couldn't place quite correctly.
"Umm, I am not, we did the bean bag thing together and the punch", I turned my head to the left, couldn't look directly at him.
He came closer to me, and put both of his hands on the either side of my face, on the door, pinning me to the door.
"Look at me when I talk", he growled.
I turned to face him, his face few inches away.
I found myself helpless yet secure. I could stay like this forever, and I wanted him to hug me. He had a superpower to make me feel safe with him fore ever.
His muscles tensed. I could feel the strain his shirt buttons were feeling. His voice was in a whisper now. But unlike this ferocious persona, his eyes showed vulnerability and care.
My eyes drifted to his lips and i bit mine absent mindedly. I was acknowledged of it when he removed one of his hands from the side and brushed his thumb on my lower lip. I released it.
"Don't ever do that in front of me", his voice whispered, still aggressive. But now something else flickered in his eyes other than anger and the small sign of vulnerability.
" What? ", I pretended to glare at him.
He cursed which wasn't audible.
He nodded his head and released his hands from the sides.
My breathing was ragged.
He looked up and caught my eyes. All the things that imagined there were, all were gone. He was smirking sheepishly.
"Can I get your number? " He asked after a moment too long.
It was weird. Yet I found myself nodding.
After we exchanged numbers he left the room first. I was suddenly too tired . I flopped down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the scene.
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After a while I left the room and as I was heading to the punch bowl again, I saw Bryce grinning at me. I scowled.
Just then I got a text, "you've been standing around the punch bowl too long, have some shrimp, I heard it's the best out here ;-)."
I looked up to see Stephen look up from his phone also smirking at me, by the shrimp corner.