It all happens in a blur, so fast that I don't remember how it comes to this. One moment we just stand there, and the next I sit next to Luke.
Yes, the one I've been crushing on for years is now sitting beside me.
Well, technically I'm half sitting on his lap because the girl next to him won't give me a bit of space to sit, so Luke offers me his seats instead, like a gentleman he is. But the stubborn me declined with the hope that I could just go home to stop all this madness.
After quarrelling a bit about how I should get going, and it's late with various wording, to which both brushes off by Kylen; and so I end up here.
I'm not complaining, though. I guess I should buy Kylen a meal as a thank you for this once in a lifetime opportunity. Heh.
Am I being a creep right now? I don't care anymore, just let me fangirling for a bit.
I can smell his perfume from where I sit. Stupid me, of course I can. We're practically glued together.
He has a really nice smell, like something musky with a tint of mint. It's very fragrant.
Okay, fine. I'm sniffing him while everyone's talking and laughing around us. Please don't ask me what they're talking about, because I don't hear a thing.
It's not appropriate to sniff someone? You're just jealous, girl.
You see, I'm kind of preoccupied with Luke and everything about him now. His smell, his breathing sound, his closeness. To say that I'm nervous is an understatement of the year.
I'm feeling all kinds of feelings that you can spell right now, and I'm fidgeting with my fingers like someone on a crack. I have no idea how to act or where to put my hands.
I'm so nervous that I can feel sweat starting to gather at my armpits, and some already drips down my neck. After I sniffed Luke quitely, now I feel so self-conscious about how I smell.
Is this karma?
No, let's not think negatively. Turning back to the dorm room a few hours ago, I think I remember to put on my deodorant. Also, I'm pretty glad that I washed my hair today. Thank God for that.
Before I can analyze some more, I feel his cold hand on my waist, claiming me, send my already trembling heart into an overdrive. The sudden skin-to-skin contact is turning my brain hazy.
There's a tsunami inside my stomach.
My spine is turning stiff as a pole, and every nerves is strung tight in attention. I almost stand up because this is just too much for me.
As if he could read my mind, he let his thumb brush my bare skin in a soothing circle, sending electric shocks all over my body.
I can't think straight. Everything feels like a complete mess.
My skin is humming from his touch; it's like they're sending a grateful prayer. How could he do this to me with just a touch? He is unraveling me without knowing, and that's even worse. His touch awakens something in me. All I can do is feel what he's doing to me.
Among the havoc he caused to my body, my brain glitched with a thought.
What are you doing, Luke? I want to ask, but I'm too muddleheaded to find my voice.
And I should be worried about the possibility of cardiac arrest, with how fast my heart is running like The Flash chasing some bad guy.
Oh God. I need to get a grip.
Just as I decide to take more control over my hazy head and my traitorous body, Luke comes closer and puts his chin on my shoulder. His warm breaths tickled the side of my face. My heart skips a beat, and I hold my breath.
No, wait. Why are you doing this to me? Are you trying to send me to the hospital because of a heart attack? I want to cry, but at the same time I'm so happy that I'm this close to him. Does that make sense?
"Say Jean, do you want to go somewhere else?" His husky, alluring voice whispers closely to my ear, sending my heart on another overdrive, and I almost moan at how sexy it sounds. Thank God I keep my mouth close.
And when I register what he's asking me, I whip my head back at a warning speed and look at him in the eye.
Say what again?!
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Mini theater:
Jean: Call 911, please! I think I have a heart attack! ((( +д+)o =3=3