Thirty Two

"What's your thing?" He asked out of the blue.

"My thing?" I repeated.

"Yes, I mean if you come to a party and you don't drink, you must have something you like. I've never seen any girl like you" he explained.

He's never seen any girl like me?

I don't know if that is a compliment or not but I decided to take it as one.

"I don't do parties …" I trailed off. For obvious reasons parties aren't my thing but if it means I get to be locked up in a room like this with one of the hottest guys I've laid my eyes on then I think I'll go down for another party.

"Tell me, what do you do?" His voice is breathy, almost a whisper but we're close enough for me to hear every word he says.

"I like Writing in my diary, being in a world of my own, reveling the fantasy. " I turned to look at him, he's still watching me with those eyes. The eyes that wish he could pull me in and kiss, my eyes flickered to his lips. They have the perfect shape, slightly parted and so hot. Unlike Ryder who has a piercin