Flu season! I hate it!
I wake with a heavy head; my body aches and I can't breathe – Great!
I call Evan and tell him I'm sick and I won't be in today and most likely the rest of the week, he wishes me well and tells me not to hurry back and take care of myself. I throw the phone on the coffee table and climb onto the couch and wrap myself up in the blanket hanging over the back and turn on the TV to watch some boring daytime soaps and slowly drift off to sleep.
A loud pounding on the door woke me and I blink a few times before I get my bearings and force myself up off the couch and answer the door, my eyes squinting to try and see who has woken me from my peaceful slumber and I almost fall on my butt at the sight before me and I let out a loud gasp of shock. I gather myself and move aside to let him in and close the door, locking it securely behind him, he watches me with amusement. He follows me through to the lounge room where I jump back under my blanket but sit to one side so he can sit beside me, his eyes have not left me once and I am starting to get nervous, how did he even know where I live? Is he stalking me? No, it had to be Evan and his big mouth. But my question is – WHY is he here?
Before I could ask he sits beside me and turns towards me, his eyes glaring dangerously into mine and I can't move " I heard you were feeling a bit unwell so I came to look after you" he says like it was completely normal " now where is your kitchen? You need some of my failproof chicken soup" he asks, and I point wordlessly to my right and he stands and heads towards my kitchen without another word and I fall back to sleep.
A hand brushing my hair out of my face wakes me and I smile as I see bright blue orbs right in front of me, accompanied by a look of adoration. I blink a few times to make sure I have actually woken up, but he is still there & that unknown familiarity rushes back to me but I can't put my finger on it. I frown curiously as I ask "why are you here? You don't even know me, I'm just your waitress at the local café. By the way, how did you know where I lived? Are you stalking me?" the words running out quickly from my lips and I have not idea if they even came out as words or a lazy mumble in my haze of just being woken up "I know enough about you to know that you need me in your life. Your boss is not a very good secret keeper, he gave me your address without batting an eye. I always get what I want one way or another so I would have found out eventually" he says confidently. I scoff and sit up as he stands and hands me a bowl filled with something that smells divine, what I can smell of it anyway. I thank him and take the bowl eagerly, earning a smile from him as he sits beside me and digs into his own bowl. We eat in a comfortable silence, both of us watching whatever mindless crap that was on the screen on front of us. Once I had finished, he took my bowl and his and put them in the sink to wash later. I couldn't help but watch him as he walked around as if this wasn't is first time here, so comfortable and confident. He came back to sit beside me but a bit closer this time, I had to move my feet out of his way he was so close, he pulled my legs up over his lap an sat them down and draped the blanket over both of us and we continued to watch TV for the rest of the afternoon, no words spoken just comfortable silence. It feels like we have known each other for years, but we know nothing about each other in reality. It's unsettling but exciting at the same time.
I can't help but take sneaky glances every now and then, watching his face as he immerses himself into the midday movie currently playing. I love the way his lips twitch when he tries not to laugh and his jaw tightens when he gets angry, eventually his eyes start to droop and I feel my own start to get heavy and we end up falling asleep as we are on the couch.
I wake with a jolt as something moves my legs, I scream out loudly as I see a man standing, bending over my legs as he places them back on the couch. He stares at me in shock before clamping his hand over my mouth " hey, no need to do that. I came here to help you remember?" he asks through clenched teeth. I rub my face to wake myself up properly and focus my eyes on the man in front of me and I see him, I gasp in shock but then remember he came and made me soup and I felt silly at how I acted just now. I am such an idiot! " I'm sorry. I am not used to having a man in my apartment, that's all" I say that last part softly, hoping he wouldn't hear it. He stares at me for a few seconds before he squints his eyes and huffs " you mean to tell me, you haven't had a new guy here every weekend? Seriously, a girl like you? Yeah, not buying it cupcake" now it is my turn to huff " well, that's rude. I think you should leave now, thanks for the soup but I think you need to leave now" I mutter out, rising to walk him to the door. As we reached door, I spun around and was stunned as I was pushed up against it, his hot breath fanning my neck as he whispers " I know you wanted me here, your body language right now proves my point. Only then do I notice that my whole body has melted into him and if he moved right now, I would fall flat on my face. My hands are flat on his chest, gripping his shirt softly. Before I realize what is happening he brings his face down to mine as he stares in my eyes, heat pools between my legs and I feel that familiar ache of needing someone -that way. His brings his face to mine and pauses for a moment then he growls and pulls his head back and lets me go, stepping backwards waiting for me to open the door. As I come to my senses and move, opening the door for him, he stops in front of me but doesn't say anything before he then walks off down the path without looking back and I shut the door with a relieved sigh. What the hell was that? And then after that, what the hell was THAT? I have to admit, he turned me on, but I still had that niggling feeling that something isn't quite right with him and I should be wary. He didn't seem dangerous but hey, I watch movies. The bad guy is never who you think it is, the sweet charming hunky guy that every girl swoons after, always has an ulterior motive . That's one thing I loved about Ace, he only ever had eyes for me. He had hundreds of offers from other girls but he always turned them down, didn't even entertain the idea. He was everything a girl could wish for and I know no-one will ever come close to him, no matter ow hard they try.
Blue eyes reminds me of Ace a little bit, I wonder if that is why he seems familiar? Maybe I have seen him before somewhere but never really took much notice at the time or perhaps he is one of my cousins ex boyfriends. She had a 'type' and he certainly would be it. I return to my pillow and slowly fall asleep.