'My mother died when I was in car accident and my father died when I was 18 to be exact on my graduation day by heart blockage.'
'So you spent your childhood almost alone?'
'No I had Mrs. Guerra as a mother figure and Adriana as my best friend or you can say that we were more like sisters than best friends.'
'Oh like Leah and me'.
'Leah is your best friend?'
'Yes, we born on the same day our my mother and her mother was best friends.'
'Oh, it feels so good nah that you have someone who is just like your mother?'
'Yeah it does.'
'I feeling kind of tired'.
'Then you should rest, go to your room and rest', He smiled.
'No please stay, I hadn't a conversation like this in a while with anyone.'
'No you should rest'.
'No please I insist'.
'Okay fine.'
I lied down on the sofa and put my head on a cushion.
'Came to look at your house it's grand', he raised his head and looked around the sitting room.
'It's like 18th century living rooms'.
'But it's very beautiful you have to admit that, I really like this kind of themes'.
'My dad was a businessman and he was into history, may be because that's why I'm very interested in fictional history thing. And I know that you also like this kind of things by your masquerade ball party , I really felt like I was in 18th century ball.'
He smiled, 'Yeah these kind of things are aesthetic and these things attracts me so much.'
'My dad used to collect aesthetic things too, when we were in England my dad used too decorated my room with various kind of this which were like pretty aesthetic.'
He got up from his seat and started to roam around the room and started to admire some pictures hanging from the wall.
'That's Creation of Adam by Michel Angelo', I said.
'Yeah I know but…'
I cut his words and said, 'One of my father's friend gifted him this copy of the painting, it's quite accurate to the real one'.
'Mmmhhh!', he said taking a good look on the painting.
I felt drowsy so I closed my eyes, I can still hear walking around the room. Suddenly I hear footsteps coming towards me. I could feel that he is very close to me. I felt like his face was very close to mine I could feel his breath on my skin. My heart started to beat faster one part of me wanted to open my eyes and push him away from myself and the other part wanted to embrace his warmth in my heart and be with him.
I was very anxious, my heart was pounding crazily, I was embarrassed that he might hear my heart's anxiousness. I could feel his eyes lingering on my face and on the moment a soft touch on my skin shifting and strand of hair behind my ear. He caressed my face with his fingers. He touched my lips rubbed them softly I could feel his urge to kiss those lips of mine by the way he was touching them. The way his breath fell on my lips I could feel his lips were some centimeters away from me. His hitching breath was a sign of his nervousness. Suddenly I felt a peck on my forehead. I blushed and was wishing that he didn't notice. I heard footsteps going away from me. I slightly opened my eyes and saw he was going towards the door. He called Mrs. Guerra maybe he told her that I fell asleep on the couch and went away.
'What a relief!', I sighed and murmured. I put my right hand on my heart and it was still beating so hard. I bit my lower lip and cursed my stupid heart for beating so hard for an almost stranger man. I questioned my behavior towards him. I asked myself 'why so utterly I wanted to feel his warmness, why my heart keeps beating for him? Why this emptiness in heart wants to be filled in by his love?'. I wanted to move on but I couldn't because his memories wrapped me inside of them.
I clenched my heart, tears rolled from my eyes. My inner self laughed on my disability, I felt pity towards myself. I bit my lower lip so hard that I tasted warm blood coming out of my lip. I wanted to cry my heart out. The emptiness inside my heart was eating me from inside. I wanted to forget everything from my past but it still pains and reminds me of him, of how much I suffered for him. I wiped off my tears and went upstairs in my room and lied down on my bed. I still can't forget the day when we first met.
I was walking down from a alley and was talking to my best friend about how much I'm enjoying my trip in Australia. I was walking when I bumped into him. Hazel eyes, brunette brown hair a sweet smile on his face.
'I'm so sorry, I didn't notice, I'm sorry'.
'No its okay I should've noticed too'.
The file he was carrying all lied shattered on the street. I got down to help him pick up the papers.
'Here!'
'Thank you'.
'You live around here?'
'Yes and my guess is you're a tourist.'
'How do you know?'
'It's quite simple, your accent, you have a British accent'.
'Oh yeah, right! You're smart'.
'Thank you'.
'Hi! I'm Alyssa Jordan'.
'I'm Luke Jones'.
'Nice to bump into you, Mr. Lucas Jones'.
'Same here Ms. Alyssa Jordan. So where are you staying?'
'Marriott'.
'Oh nice, my friend is throwing a party there tonight. Would you like to come and hangout with us?'
'Yeah sure!!'
'See at night then'.
After bid me bye I kept thinking about him. His hazel eyes, his undercut hair, his smile. These things were enough to push me in the well of attraction.
I woke up by slight pushes by Mrs. Guerra.