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Our feet slapped the concrete as we ran, I was thankful for my choice of shoes this morning, my almost forgotten closed toe wedges. So it was easier for me to run. I had so many questions, i wanted to ask what he was looking for at Bavard, I also wanted to know when checked in, I should have seen him. Obviously he was a guest there, if he worked at Bavard I'd know, he was too hot to go unnoticed by me.
And who on earth ran in a place like Bavard, and why was he running? Why did he bring me with him? Why did he look so disheveled? Why does he still look hot like that? And the biggest why of them all, why do I feel so good about all of this? Why were there tingling sparks running from the wrist he held and all over me?
Suddenly we stopped running, I gasped, from the lack of air as I tried to breathe. I was breathing hard, a combination of the unexpected run, and the way my body was reacting to the man that came out of nowhere.
"We should get a drink." He commented.
His voice was just as rich as it sounded the first day I saw him, the sound vibrated through my spine. I never felt anything like that before, I was thrown off balance. After the whole incident with Noah I thought I had gotten rid of all my hormones and ability to feel like I was feeling now.
I didn't give him any vocal response so he took my wrist again, gently pulling me in the direction of a fast food. The cool air that blasted on my skin made me thank God for whoever created air conditioner, and prayed he would have safe entrance into heaven.
He found a seat at the far end of the place, it was tucked into the a booth at the end, and if you weren't looking for the place, you'd miss it.
As we sat down on opposite ends of the table, directly facing each other, I dreaded the conversation that was bound to happen.
"You want anything?" He looked through the menu.
Because I felt I needed to distract myself, I also picked up the menu, completely burying my face in it. I didn't know what to say or do.
"Ready to order?" He asked as he closed his and out it aside. He too seemed like he was still processing the entire situation and like me he didn't know what to do or expect. Unlike me, he handled it better.
"Yeah, um of course." I say after clearing my throat a couple of times.
He gave me a slight nod before waving the waiter over.
"A club sandwich and a coke." He told the waiter.
I had to do some quick thinking, "I'll have the same." My voice came out squeaky.
The silence that arrived with the waiter's leave was thick and heavy. I could feel his eyes burning holes into my forehead and I was looking at the shiny table wondering if it was plastic.
"So Clarissa.." he started.
"Is your name even Clarissa?" He was asking but I'm sure he knew it wasn't.
I wince in response. That day I heard a few girls right outside the bathroom shout Clarissa, I had even forgotten all about that name.
"You didn't even have to lie to me, we are both adults, especially since you know we'd never meet again." He chastised.
I burned from embarrassment. But had nothing to say, so I picked at my white gel polish, I could almost hear the nail tech giving me a lecture about it.
He sighed, "are you even going to look at me at least?"
I contemplate feigning a stomach bug and running away, but I knew he wouldn't leave me just like that. So I raise my head as slowly as possible, trying to stall for time.
When my eyes finally reach his face, I was more than impressed. I let out a short gasp. From the distance he stood at Bavard I thought he was a hot mess that looked even better in real life than I remembered him that night. But up close, up close you can literally see how this man was sculpted by the gods themselves.
His beauty was on another scale, he was beautiful and hot at the same time. Brown orbs that stared into my eyes seemed taken aback by me as well. My eyes left his eyes and traced his extremely perfect nose, it was as straight as possible, free of blemishes.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when my eyes found his lips, they were full and luscious, pink and looked soft to touch. I could almost not stop myself from reaching over to feel if it was half as soft as it looked.
His jawline was so chiseled, it could cut through ice. The light stubble on his chin left him looking more manly.
"Perfection." I whisper to myself.
But the slight smirk on his face told me he had heard me. I blushed a light shade of pink.
"Yes, I did lie about my name. It's not really ideal going to clubs and giving every Tom, Dick and Harry your real name." I tell him.
He looked wounded, " I did give you my real name."
I blinked, he did look like a Kennedy.
"Well, stop if you love your privacy. Or else someone might drag you out of your office and take you to a fast food without a reason." Yes I know I was throwing a jab, but he ought to know it wasn't right. Plus I didn't trust myself around him, I needed to leave before I do something that would make me stay up all night and wail in embarrassment.
"It's not for no reason and you know it, besides I still brought you here without knowing your real name right?"
I scoff, not having anything else to say, he did get me there.
"Well then tell me the reason you brought me here."
He shifted in his seat, like he didn't know why he did.
"Because I'd like to finish what we started."
Excitement rushed to my very core, he did want me like I did him.
"I already told you that night, it's not going to happen." I force out. I had to get out of here, I know I was going to do something stupid soon.
"You didn't let me finish." He pressed.
My eyes darted around, if I didn't look at his sexy face I wouldn't be imagining how it'll feel kissing him again. I almost planted my face against the shiny table. I already brought the image of kissing him to the front of my mind.
"I'd like to get to know you... "
I didn't let him finish, I couldn't let him finish.
I already kissed him.