Now that this man is up close, he's absolutely breath-taking... He looked so strong a-and tall. Hovering above me were the most amazing hazel eyes. They were pigmented with spots of burnt orange. His dark brown hair was straight but it curled on his forehead so effortlessly.
Without even thinking, my shaking palm reached upwards and cupped his lightly flushed cheek. I whispered, involuntarily keeping my gaze on his lips, "You're so," I paused. My sky blue eyes twitched to catch everything this man portrayed for me. "Beautiful..."
I realized my unthought words and pulled away, completely flustered. "Uh! Sorry.."
I felt my face blossomed into a scarlet red. I rubbed my left arm's elbow and looked down. And straight down. What the fuck did I just do? He's a complete stranger. I not only avoided the name phase but the flirting-get to know each other-phase!
My whole life I've bit my tongue from cooing over a man. I've always had myself neck deep in my studying. I guess that's why I am so oblivious to a man's extra friendly ways.
I heard him birth a laugh that came from within his strong built body.
As soon as I heard it, I felt so dumbfounded, I wanted to bawl my eyes out. I just made a complete fool out of myself. The thing I so strongly try to abstain from.
He caught on to my extreme discomfort. He gently scooped up my chin to face him.
"If it makes you feel better," he inched closer to my pouted lips. "I think you're an exquisite work of art." My breath knotted at the back of my throat. My body stiffened at his words. 'There's a god standing inches from an exquisite work or art...'
I tilted my head upwards narrowing the space between our overwhelmed lips. We inhaled each other's air like no other source of air existed. I felt my face flush into an increasing temperature. It burned me ever so softly.
And with a swift gesture his lips consumed mine. That did it for me. I felt white hot...like so hot I became confused of whether it was actual heat or cold that took me over. I nudged into his lips and puckered up. I placed my hands on the back of his neck and pulled the dark brown hair that fell over his collar.
I felt a light pressure build up against my lips and it tried to hustle its way in. I gasped sharply when I realized it was his tongue budging my lips. He slipped his tongue into my mouth. I pulled back and cupped my mouth with my hand, shut.
"Did I hurt you?" He said with a bewildering daze.
I looked at him and smirked. "Ummm... No. I'm just not used to - umm," I choked nervously. His face eased up from his confusion and gave me a money-making grin.
"Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to-"
I shook my head rapidly cutting him off. "No. I think I wanted it." I giggled.
He scratched his head still grinning and asked, "Wanna' go inside?" I looked passed the group of people around us, passed Avery and James wailing at Summer and Dylan, and to Mason's thudding house.
I shook my head no. "I just came from inside. Mason has a garden up this way," I nudged my head into the garden's direction,"we can go there?"
I lead him through the increasing number of drunk people, passed a vast piece of land, and to the garden.
Mason's mother, Rita, is a gardener. Has been her whole life. She has an eye for floral arranging and growing the necessities. She had stone benches throughout the garden. She had a couple of statues here and there of mythological gods and goddeses. Like Dionysus next to the grape vines, Athena next to the olives, and Demeter next to the lotus's. Rita had many more flowers, vegetables, and even fruits.
My new acquaintance and I picked the bench next to the orchids, facing the water fountain's statue. The statue was of a woman watering the fountain with a water spout. That's where the water came pouring out.
"My name's Michael." He held out a hand.
I laughed at first but shook his anticipating hand anyway. Even his name is beautiful. "Nice to meet you Michael. I'm Vera."
"Why'd you laugh?"
I sat on the bench folding my hands on my lap, still giggling softly.
"I thought we were way passed the hand-shaking intro'. That's all." He slouched onto the bench next to me. He wore a white tee, dark blue jeans, and a leather jacket.
He laughed, "True. We are passed that."
I continued to giggle when he placed his hand in between mine. We carried on a conversation for at least an hour, absorbing each other's facts.
"You're so not 17!" He laughed.
"I am too! I know nothing about me looks or sounds 17...but I am." I placed my head onto his shoulder. "How old are you?"
"I'm 23." He sighed. My head moved with his exhale.
"Shit! Your old!" I laughed and got off of him.
I stood in front of him placing my hands on either side of him on the bench. I cut him off when I said,"I think that's hot." My face only inches from his. Something about him made me say things I wouldn't ever say out loud.
His face flushed and he opened him mouth to say something but, was interrupted by someone calling my name.
Mason came into view and shortly after him followed Morgan. I stepped away from Michael with a smirk on my face. They weren't walking all that straight...
"Mason-" I trailed off rolling his name on my tongue. As soon as he tried jogging to me, he face-planted on the ground, his legs threatening to touch his head as if it were an acrobat doing a flexible move. That sent Morgan laughing out like a hyena. I also heard Michael start laughing at Mason's recently diminished face.
"Mason!" I tried running to him but found myself laughing as well. It took me a while to reach him but, I did.
I knelt down and turned him on his back. His face was blackened with the mulch, his mother uses on her yard. He spit out a wad of grass and dirt and laughed out the rest.
He grabbed me by the neck and squeezed me. My face puckered and Morgan doubled-over to the floor, holding her stomach, as she laughed at my forced expression.
"Mason!!!" I tried prying his grasp off of me but couldn't. I got tired after a while of being held captive and started tickling my captor. After he let go I yelled,"Look Mason! A lady bug!"
It distracted him long enough to for me to make distance before he tried grabbing a hold of me again. "Haha! Nanananabooboo! I got you!" I teased him brushing off my knees of mulch.
He soon got up and charged at me. Morgan joined the chase. Michael still sat laughing his head off at what he was seeing. We were his entertainment.
Even though Mason was drunk and a little tipsy from his fall, he eventually caught up to me. He and Morgan tackled me behind the bench Michael was sitting at. We roared together in laughter. Michael walked over and grabbed me from my underarms and slowly picked me up. I collapsed onto his chest still laughing. He easily held me in his arms.
"Cabrones! You almost made me pee!" Morgan got up smirking. Mason got up and wrapped his arms around her waist and slurred, "Sorry, babe."
Babe?! Oooooo...She probably told him about her crush and they exchanged a few loving words. Can't wait to hear about this!
They started making-out. Just like that in front of us. Michael still held me.
When they parted Morgan sighed, "Let's go, Vera...It's late." I glanced at my wristwatch and it read, 3:43.
"Umm...okay." I said a little shocked at these newly found lovebirds.
She pulled away from Mason and winked out, "Bye, mister Mason. Behave for me, will ya'?"
He nodded and drooled over her as she stood next to him tossing me the keys.
I caught the keys and started heading towards Morgan when Michael's grasp still held me. I looked at him confused as he grabbed my cell from my dress pocket.
"I put my number in. Call me." I blushed. He just gave me his number....
"Of course!" I kissed his cheek without even thinking. I turned before he could see me blush and saw Mason and Morgan elbowing each other's elbows, raising their eyebrows up and down at my action towards Michael.
"Okay," I waved them to stop. "Bye Michael. Bye Mason! Let's go Morgan."
She kissed Mason once more and said her goodbye. Then Morgan did what Morgan does when she's drunk. I should've seen it coming. She took off her heels and ran for the truck yelling like a demented maniac.
"Morgan!!!" I yelled, chasing after her. My white flats getting stained with the grass every time my foot ambushed it.
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