Chapter 18
'Omar'
I couldn't explain it. the racing of my heart, the tinge of jealousy and the urge to hold, comfort and care for her. I read a book once, where the racing heart was compared to a slow pitter-patter. I believe that in the moments I lost all sense, where my heart raced like crazy it still felt like a slow deep thumb. like a fist to a drum. Manier times as a kickboxing instructor and taekwondo sensei I had caught many of my students, and helped them up whenever they slipped, but every time I caught her or even when a single hair of hers touched me...I couldn't control this slow, painful pitter-patter.
"It's our last day here we have to try out some of the fun places please," Elizah suggested handing out a pamphlet to each of us
"I agree, let's go try out the carnival on the other end," I replied
"Now your talking let's go!"
She said hoping towards the mountainous area, "Wrong direction!" I yelled watching her make a smooth turn
