I glance at him once more, as the car keeps moving. We have not been able to articulate even half a word since we left the restaurant. The man next to me is the personification of an angel, but with a certain diabolical aura. What inspires me is not sacred at all.
Unable to avoid it, I am overwhelmed by the heap of sensations that run through me from head to toe.
I look at him sideways, not daring to say anything. I do not know what to talk about. This man intimidates me greatly. I notice him wince when a tune starts to play on the radio. He stretches out his hand and I see that his intention is to change the station.
“Leave it,” I ask, recognizing ‘There's Nothing Holdin’ Me Back’ by Shawn Mendes. “I love that song,” I confess.
“Are you serious?” He frowns and looks at me like I've grown another head.
“Yes,” I nod my head. “What's wrong with him? Shawn's music i
I smile wide when I watch her walk away. I know she's running away. She evades me because she is unable to cope with all the things that I make her feel. Although… I also feel very intense things for her, and I can't understand why she is so fascinated. I have seen many women like her in my life. And no, it's not because she was reluctant to agree to go on a date with me. No, it is not my wounded ego that speaks. It's something more.I can't help but remember every second with her, once she's been away from me. What I felt when I saw her arrive at the observatory was very intense, the way she makes me smile with a simple comment… She has an impressive power over me! These uncontrollable desire to hug her, kiss her, look at her...I never felt them with someone else. At least not in this… recalcitrant way.What has this woman got? I question it, while I lose myself in my musings.Her funny way of singing, infected me with a strange magic
I read the message one more time. I think it's the tenth time I've done it and I can't help the idiotic smirk on my lips. Oh my! Daniel just sent me a text message, specifying where he lives. He is either very crazy or very desperate. I do not think it is the second option, because with the physique that he has, I doubt that it will be difficult for him to get a date. So what the hell is wrong with him? Do I seem like a kind of personal challenge to him?“Wow! I think the last time I saw you smile like that, was when Loki made a surprise appearance in Room H at Comic Con 2013,” Lara says.“This is better than fucking Loki at fucking Comic Con,”I whisper, still staring at my cell phone screen.“Oh, my God!” Lara exclaims. “It must be something, or rather someone very good, for you to say such a thing.”I grin mischievously and shrug.“What did you do this time, you little rascal?”&nbs
I think back to what I did this afternoon, and I wonder if maybe it's a complete nonsense. As soon as I pressed the key to send the message, I felt something very close to regret and was tempted to send another message backtracking, saying that something unexpected had come up. However, something deep inside me told me not to do it, to let things flow...that I should let this woman get deep inside of me...A high-pitched sound made me jump. It's the oven alarm, telling me that the salmon is ready. It took me a long time to decide what to cook, since I don't know what Harper's tastes are, even though I suspect that she is neither vegan nor vegetarian. Remembering the way she delighted in eating her bacon this morning made that clear to me. In addition, fish is a good option for dinner, accompanied by a delicious white wine and a pleasant chat.Strange as it may seem, I don't think of this woman as a hot body with which I can satisfy my male needs, but as an intere
I look one more time at my mobile screen to make sure I'm in the right place. And in checking, I am. I get out of the car very slowly and mentally thank my mother for lending me her '89 Volkswagen, after telling her that I would be going to a family reunion at Lara's parents' house, or else I would have had to pay a high fee to get here. It is not at all comfortable to be clad in a white dress, carved to the body that falls just below the knee and over a pair of silver d'orsay slippers, as if to take the subway and walk up the entire hill.I look up and look at the nice house in front of me.A sense of regret begins to wash over me. I'm not sure if listening to Cynthia and dressed up as her was a good idea.I don't understand why I keep pretending to be something that I am not.I snort in frustration when one of my feet threatens to twist, and I go back to berating myself for paying attention to Cinthia. What was I thinking? I can hardly walk wit
Daniel feels an immense desire to jump on Harper and devour his mouth with a passionate kiss, as soon as he opens the door, but he knows how to hold back. At the same time, he wants to hug her with the greatest of tenderness, hold her in his arms and fill himself with the scent of her hair that must surely smell delicious. He stands for a while and watches her. She looks radiant in that little white dress and side-swept hair that covers part of her left shoulder.He cannot suppress the urge to lick his lips, for the idea of taking off her clothes and exploring every corner of her body takes over his reason. He forces himself to think about something else, or else he will end up behaving vile and depraved, and he will fuck her there, without further ado, without regard or delicacy.He steps aside for Harper to enter and waves his hand, inviting her to pass.“Welcome to my humble home, Miss.”He smiles coquettishly.She doesn't move. She ju
They laugh out loud once more. The evening passes between jokes and a very pleasant conversation. Harper is very pleased to know that Daniel’s much more than just a pretty face. She is fascinated by the ease with which she can go from trivial topics, such as the last episode of The Walking Dead, to talk about the delicate socio-political and economic situation of the Middle East, and then fall back on trivial topics.For his part, Daniel is charmed by Harper's light sense of humor. She laughs out loud, at everything, with minimal effort. He is captivated by how spontaneous she is and how amazing she feels in her presence. He is the type of woman who does not remain silent, and when an awkward silence threatens to be present, he looks for a way to avoid it, saying anything.It has her completely spellbound!“Imagine the face she made when she saw me,”he says, laughing. She almost fainted from shock.Harper cracks up with laughter. T
I open my eyes suddenly, realizing that it has already dawned. The sensation of good sex draws a smile to my face, while the delicious memories of the night before flock to my mind.A beautiful woman, panting, moaning and sweating, between my arms, crying out more and more, as her soft hands touch me. My skin burning to the touch...I stir between the sheets and stretch my arm. I grope for the naked body of this woman that I love, but I can't find it. I get up quickly, frown, and take a quick look at my surroundings.“Harper?”I call her.However, I don't get any response.Dante suddenly appears, rushing through the door like a cyclone. He gets on the bed, wagging his tail and looks at me with great enthusiasm. He starts licking my face.“Have you seen Harper, friend?”The dog looks at me and cocks his head. I must stop talking to my dog, or else I'll end up really crazy. I stroke his head and ruffle his hai
“Miss!”I jump up and shake my head. A gentleman in his fifties looks at me with a frown. I look down and see a few things on the counter.“How much is it?”he asks.I look at the articles and take the mental account“There are thirteen-eighty,”I answer without hesitation.“And one more pack of cigarettes?”he asks.“That’ll be twenty,”I reply.The customer takes a bill out of his wallet and puts it on the metal surface. Wasting no time, I take the money and put it in the cash register.“Have a great day,”I smile.“Likewise, Harper.”The gentleman nods her head, takes his things, and turns to leave. One more satisfied buyer. Mr. Hudson comes in every morning for his usual dose of nicotine, the newspaper, and some assorted-flavored gummies.As my star shopper walks away, I look at the clock o