I flicked my eyes up to his blue ones and felt a jolt going through me. I sucked my bottom lip as his eyes roamed over me. He gently took my arm and I placed my head on his shoulder; he was solid hard muscle.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said, and we took off on a rush through the restaurant. I followed him all the way outside and around the alley. Then we stopped and he turned to stare at me, giving me all kinds of dirty looks. I squinted at him and edged forward to rest into his arms.
A faint smell of cologne filled my nostrils as I tilted my head backward. My heart was beating at full speed.
Suddenly, his mouth was clamped on mine. He slipped his tongue in my mouth as I wrapped my arms around his waist giving in to his kiss. My entire body became a live wire when he kissed a path down my neck.
I wanted that kiss to last forever. I tried to make it last longer. I slowed time down to absorb every single second of that kiss and prolong the delight of how warm and moist his mouth felt on my lips. If only that kind of happiness could last forever.
You guessed it right.
It did not.
CHAPTER 3
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I walk into our small bathroom to wash my face. With Lynette being at work, I could pretend that I owned the place. That was my dream; to own a place I could call home.
The warm water on my face felt soothing. I studied the reflection of my face dripping with water in the mirror. The circles under my eyes would give away that I had not slept much lately. It had been a month since I had a good eight hours of sleep. For a month I had been spending my days at The Drunk Lobster and my nights at Owen’s place. We had great fun together and I was feeling like I had finally found my significant other. He had even given me a key to his place. I was so happy, kind of over the moon happy, that I did not want to manipulate time anymore. I just wanted to be happy and enjoy life to its fullest.
I quickly threw on some jeans, a t-shirt, and a black hoodie. I could not find my brand new black and pink sneakers shoes, so I rummaged through the closet in the small hall. I opened one of the shoe boxes that seemed carelessly thrown in the closet, and instead of my shoes, I found a small piece of paper with a handwritten note on it.
“My place, 6.30pm.”
My heart fluttered. I recognized that handwriting, it was Owen’s. However, I could not remember me having ever received that note from him.
“Weird,” I whispered to myself as I folded the note and slipped it in my pocket.
I went back to my bedroom and knelt beside my bed.
“Oh, you silly shoes, there you are,” I said as I looked under my bed.
After I put them on, I swiftly walked out the door, making sure to grab my purple backpack before I went. I stepped out of the elevator and rushed out of our building. My heart was beating fast. Something was not right. I could not get that handwritten note off my mind. It did not make sense. But I could not understand why. I stopped walking and, after I pulled my phone out of my backpack, I immediately started searching through my contacts. Once I found the number I was looking for, I tapped the call button on the touch screen.
“Hello.”
A heavily distorted voice answered after several rings; a voice that sounded familiar and strange at the same time.
“Owen, is that you?” I asked. “Can you hear me?” I insisted but the line went dead.
“Who were you talking to?” I asked to receive no answer.
I considered calling an Uber, but I rejected that option immediately. The shared house Owen lived was only a few blocks away and I would be there in less than ten minutes. However, that bad feeling would not go away. I was afraid that something bad had happened to him. If I walked faster, I would be there in just five minutes. So, I sped up my pace and soon, I was at the shared house doorstep.
With trembling hands, I reached into my backpack and pulled out the pair of keys Owen had given me a few days before.
“I cherish each moment I spend with you that I wish we could spend more time together,” he had said as he handed me the keys. “I hope you want that, too.”
I opened the door and rushed into the hall. I climbed up the stairs as fast as I could. I opened Owen’s bedroom door as quietly as I could. If everything was okay, I did not want to scare Owen to death with my sudden presence there. In case of danger, I would have the advantage of the surprise if I entered in silence.
Breathless, I stood frozen for what seemed like forever. My feet felt as heavy as ship anchors. I detected Owen’s figure in semi-darkness; his face unseen, a female body glued to his. Then, he leaned against a brunette figure, joining his lips with hers. When their lips parted and Owen pulled his head back, Lynette’s face was clearly revealed.
I almost fainted right there, but I did not. I closed my eyes and squeezed them so tightly that they almost hurt. After a sequence of swirls and twirls, I finally opened my eyes again.
I was not standing outside Owen’s bedroom anymore. I was in my own apartment, sitting in my favorite armchair, sobbing in a carton of ice cream.
“How on earth did this happen?” I yelled out loud with my mouth full of vanilla ice cream.
“Wow! This ice
