I froze, my heartbeat echoing my breath.
"Excuse me?" I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Robert smirked, leaning casually against the car. The moonlight glinted off his hair, casting shadows on his sharp features. His confidence was intoxicating, and it infuriated me how easily he could make my world spin.
"You heard me," he said, his tone playful yet commanding. "Get inside. I need to see if the gift fits perfectly."
My cheeks burned, and I wrapped my arms around myself as if that could shield me from the intensity of his gaze. "You're unbelievable, " I muttered, shaking my head.
"And you're avoiding my question," he shot back, his smirk widening.
I glanced at the car, then back at him. The air between us felt electric, charged with unspoken words and emotions I wasn't ready to confront.
I was on my shorts and t-shirt and messy.
"I'm not going anywhere with you," I said, though my resolve wavered.
He straightened, closing the distance between us in two easy strides. His hand brushed against mine, the contact sending a jolt up my arm.
"Amy," he said softly, his voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to envelop me. "You trust me, don't you?"
Trust. The word hung in the air, heavy and loaded with meaning. Did I trust him?
"I don't—" I started, but he interrupted me.
"Don't think," he said, his eyes locking onto mine. "Just come with me."
Before I could protest, he opened the car door, stepping aside and gesturing for me to get in. His eyes held a mixture of challenge and anticipation, daring me to leap.
And against my better judgment, I did.
The leather seat was cool against my skin as I settled into the car. Robert slid into the driver's seat, the door shutting with a soft click that felt final.
"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice tinged with both curiosity and apprehension.
He glanced at me, his lips curving into a secretive smile. "You'll see."
The engine purred to life, and the car rolled forward, the city lights blurring as we drove away.
I stole a glance at him, his profile lit by the soft glow of the dashboard. He appeared calm and focused, yet there was a spark in his eyes, a hint of mischief that made my stomach twist.
"Robert," I finally said, breaking the silence. "This is crazy."
"Crazy is good," he replied without missing a beat.
"Not when it means sneaking out in the middle of the night," I countered.
He chuckled, a deep, rich sound that made my heart flutter. "You'll thank me later."
I shook my head, leaning back in the seat. The cool night air streamed in through the slightly open window, carrying the faint scent of jasmine.
For a moment, I let myself relax, pushing aside the questions swirling in my mind.
The car eventually stopped in front of an old, ivy-covered building on the outskirts of the city. It looked abandoned, its facade weathered and worn, but there was something almost magical about it under the moonlight.
Robert stepped out and opened my door with a flourish. "Come on," he said, extending his hand.
I hesitated, glancing between his outstretched hand and the building. "What is this place?"
"You'll see," he said, his voice laced with excitement.
With a sigh, I placed my hand in his, allowing him to guide me up the cracked stone steps.
The door creaked as he pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit space that smelled faintly of wood and old books.
"Welcome to my secret spot," he said, his voice echoing slightly in the cavernous room.
I looked around, taking in the scattered furniture, the stacks of books, and the soft glow of fairy lights strung along the walls. It felt cozy and intimate, like stepping into a dream.
"This is… beautiful," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I knew you'd like it," he said, his expression softening. He led me to a small couch near the window, where the moonlight spilled in, bathing everything in silver. We sat in silence for a while, the tension between us thick but not uncomfortable.
"So," he finally broke the silence, "how does it feel?"
"How does what feel?" I asked, a bit confused.
"To wear my gift," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
My cheeks flushed, and I looked away. "I'm not answering that."
"Why not?" he teased, leaning in closer. "You liked it, didn't you?"
" I didn't try it yet ", I said.
I bit my lip, avoiding his gaze.
"Amy," he said, lowering his voice to a whisper. "You can't hide that from me."
His hand brushed against mine, sending a shiver down my spine. I turned to face him, and the intensity in his eyes took my breath away.
"You drive me crazy," I confessed softly, the words escaping before I could hold them back.
A slow smile spread across his face as he leaned in even closer. "Good," he murmured. "Because you drive me crazy too."
His lips hovered just inches from mine, the air between us charged with electricity. I could feel his warm breath, and my heart raced in anticipation.
But he didn't kiss me. His hand slowly went onto my shoulder, slightly opening my cloth and said, " you are wearing my gift. Such a cute liar you are ", he said.
" I just... ", i tried to cover up my lie but he stopped my lips from moving with his fingers.
" I want to see you in this bra. Only with the bra on your upper body. Can I do that ? " he said with the most romantic voice.
I couldn't breathe after hearing that.
"Robert!" I protested, my face burning.
He laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Patience, Amy. All in good time."
He slowly took his hand inside my T-shirt, crawling his fingers near to my breast. He patted on my breast.
He slowly took his hand inside the bra and sensed my nipples.
I closed my eyes and stopped my breath. It's totally a different feel.
" See Amy, the nipples are not protruding out through your bra. Wear it everyday. I will check your nipples daily ", he said extremely romantic. I couldn't see him. I gazed onto the ground. I can't see into his eyes. I just nodded to his order because my mood couldn't help to go against his command.
He pulled me very closely snacking his arm around my bare waist under the t-shirt. " I don't kiss you because I will take your mood beyond the romance. JUST WAIT AND SEE DEAR" , he said.
" I want to go home. Please, shall we go ", I asked him.
" Do you want to go? " He asked me.
" Yeah, please ", I requested.
As we drove back to my house, the package rested in my lap, a tangible reminder of the night's events.
When we reached my street, he parked the car and turned to me, his expression suddenly serious.
"Wear it tomorrow," he said, his voice soft yet firm. "I want to see you in it."
I nodded, feeling too overwhelmed to argue.
"Goodnight, Amy," he said, his smile returning.
"Goodnight," I replied, stepping out of the car.
I just ran into my home with an extreme shyness.
As I walked to my door, I could sense his eyes on me, and my heart raced at the thought of what tomorrow might happen.