Her lips landed on his skin, pressed softly against Edric's cheek. Under her warm lips, she could feel the boy's face heating up, a smile tugging on her velvety, rosy pair, a proud sensation stemmed out in the center of her heart, warming her from within at the sudden realization of a hot boy getting nervous under her kiss. Unlike the last time when she pulled away after messing up with the head of a hunky boy, her head dropped on his chest, right above the pair of hands that were laid on the wide expanse of a toned chest.
"Take me home", in the whirl of hushed yet feverish moments, where the only sound was a loud thumping of the boy's heart, he felt something twitching inside his body. Did his heart just flip? Thankfully, he didn't have to host an upset sentiment for the girl listening to his heart, that he could practically hear banging into his own ears, as she looked too high to understand what she was saying or doing. And that thought frantically panged him somewhere in his heart.
Even under the high intoxication where people would use to shove all the concerns and thoughts into a large suitcase to not be bothered by them for a night and act wild, a little to a lot much more carefree than their usual selves, the girl kissed him on the cheek...again.
Did everything Alex said the other day was right? The soulmate thing, pulling the girl away from him? Damn, bullshit it was. He never believed such nonsense. He could have the girl right then and there, and if he initiated it, he was positive that the girl would follow the lead. She just needed a push. But did he want that? Could he be that push?
Drunken actions were often regretted by some youth after waking up in the morning. The thing that was nothing more than a hobby to him could be someone's everything. Thus, defying all the odds, he stood there, his hands hanging loosely on sides, prickling to wrap around the body half-conscious on his chest but he didn't do that. He never held a girl close to him like this unless it was for the sex. He never went around hugging them.
Exhaling a puff of breath in the air that appeared relaxed and peaceful but was rather tensed, his arm lifted in the air, and instead of letting them feel their way to the girl's back, they carded through his dark brown locks.
"What are you thi---", the rest of her words left unheard as they were muffled in his chest. In the next second, the girl was up in his arms as he headed out. He needed to get her out of his room, far from his presence.
"I can walk", she whispered, yawning before rubbing her face on his chest. The boy's lip curled up, not even surprised. No matter how high she was, she would always give the impression that she was all fine but the next person was kind of willing to walk around having her in the arms.
Seating her on the passenger seat and buckling up the seat belt, he walked over to the driver's seat and started the engine. After driving at some random places, he finally got the right address out of the girl. The professor was acting quite witty, all blamed on the drug she was under the effect of.
The first time car stopped at an ice-cream corner that had a banner on the top reading 'Big Gay Ice Cream'. When Edric turned his head to ask the girl if she wanted to eat ice cream, she burst out laughing. Taking it as an effect of weed on her mind, he clarified her to give him the address of her so that he could drop her off.
When he applied the brakes on the car for the second time outside a toy store, he sussed that the girl was just having him driving around and breaking into loud laughter, wide grins sparkling across her face to see him looking around dumbfoundedly for a certain street to spot her house.
The bluffed warnings to drop the girl on the road didn't seem to work as he was again being driven to a motel next time. After having many pastimes of that meteorite-struck, baffled look, she surrendered giving him the right address.
Edric was about to leave when the girl got out of the car but seeing her struggling to stand straight, he hopped out and wrapped his arm around her slim, tiny waist as he walked her to the front door after crossing the main door that wasn't locked.
"Don't!", in the soft but demanding voice, she stopped him from ringing the doorbell.
"Backdoor", complying with the command of the girl, he strolled towards the back of the house.
"Password", seeing a digital lock installed on the door, the boy asked.
"My birthday", she told him as wouldn't get to enter it right considering how she was falling all over the place. But who had their birthdays on house locks? That would be the first thing to pop into the mind of a robber.
"How would I know what your birth date is?", little giggles escaped their way past the lips of the professor.
"1", the boy punched the digit with one hand, waiting impatiently for the girl to shoot it all at once.
"0", What was she doing? Reading a lottery ticket?
"2", with every digit she uttered, he had to make an effort to not drop the girl at the door and walk away. It was a matter of a second anyway.
"0"
"0"
"0"
"0", she emphasized the last digit of the code as the door clicked open.
"Hehe", seriously? When did he ever become a bodyguard? He felt himself a chaperon hired to look after a spoiled heiress whom he was supposed to drive or send home safely.
"Finally home, princess", while they were busy gazing at each other, a third voice was heard at the door.
"Dad."