HIS HANDS ARE MAGIC

  REGINA VEGA’S POV

His hands are magic.

That must be it. Although I couldn’t breathe when he looked at me like that, or when he commanded me to leave my bra on. I don’t think he knows what he did when commanded me, he looked ruggedly handsome, always does, but when he said those words, how he said them, I know I am soaking wet right now and I don’t need to confirm.

 His hands on my body, i almost begged for more, almost begged him to touch my breasts, fuck, I want him to touch me everywhere.

Then he turned back into soft, shy, sweet, mannered Stephen and walked away, saying we were even. I so much wanted him back, wanted to hold him by his shoulders as he fucked me against the sink.

 I stand against the sink now, alone, pussy pulsing, an ache that only him can quench. I have a feeling getting him into my bed would be harder than I thought. He had a look in his eye that I can’t quite read.

 When I return to our table, he is gone and so is our check. I didn’t invite him out to make him pay… I sigh as I sink into the chair he was just sitting in, soaking up the last of him. My phone rings, jarring me, the caller ID says, Lara.

 “You had better not decline my call!”

I jump from her voice, she was right behind me, and walking to my previous seat, I smile to myself, I wouldn’t have wanted her to sit in his seat.

“Traitor! I should have known you did all of that, for a man, again!” she says the again in exasperation. I wince, then smile at her. Lara in all her pixie cut glory is a mama bear, and is always ready to jump at whoever stood in my way, including me.

 “How do you know it was a man?”

She narrows her eyes at me,

“The hoodie, and that crazed look in your eye. We cannot go through this again, you have to stop.”

This time I inhaled sharply. Lara is very anti man, not only because she likes women, but because she held my hair every time a man broke my heart and I turned to alcohol.

 “I promise I am not in love with him.” I say with my palms open.

This time she is shocked, she knows me. In the face of love, I would do anything, besides, I fall in love too hard, and too fast.

“What do you want from him then?”

I think about it, I want to sleep with him, definitely, from how my body reacts to him, it’s not hard to tell. Yet, I don’t want this push and pull to end. I like the effects he has on me. It’s new and exciting.

 “I know I am not in love with him.” I say with an honest chuckle.

“Yet you met him here, you must have paid too.”

“Actually, he paid… I was in the bathroom..” needing him, I shrug.

“When I got back, he had paid.”

She stays silent, but her eyes are watching me. I don’t know what she sees because she shakes her head.

 “Kolin is going out of town, I managed to reschedule the meeting for when he returns, you cannot mess this up, this is the one chance you have to regain what you lost.” she says seriously. I nod, a smile plastered on my face.

“We are leaving today, we’ll be back in two weeks, that’s two weeks to take care of that cold or whatever you are feeling.” she eyes at me at the last part.

 We walk out of the establishment, and she waits until I drive away before she drives away. I shake my head with a small laugh. And my mind immediately goes to Stephen, whom I won’t be seeing until tomorrow.

 Squeezing my thighs together, the moisture is still present, which means, I had to help myself, and maybe I would finally come. Usually, he is the star in my fantasies, but he never really let me come, maybe tonight he would.

 There’s a small crowd in front of my apartment. Security is not letting anybody through, parking my car, I walk to where the crowd, which I now recognize as the other residents of the apartment, and my neighbors, I ask what is going on.

 “Something about flood and some moron’s venomous pet snake escaping.”

I shudder. I hate those things, no, more than that, I had a phobia for them, just thinking about them made my skin crawl.

 Someone wraps a hand around my wrist and pulls me away from the crowd, and pressed against… him. The soft fabric of his hoodie, and his scent wraps around my senses, instantly replacing the dread with lust.

 “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hug you or anything, you can take it back if you want.” he says pulling away. His face flushed with embarrassment.

Looking around, I see we are a few feet away from my apartment, one they had advertised like crazy, making it sound like heaven on earth, I used all of what I had at the time for rent.

 “It’s okay, I’ll cash it out when I need to.”

He nods mutely, his hair covering his eyes again. How I want to those eyes staring down at me.

“Sounds like I will need a place to stay for a while.” I say pointing at my apartment.

Lara’s apartment is on the other side of town, the commute to work unnecessarily long, and I don’t like staying at hotels.

 Wait…

“What are you doing here?” I ask him.

The tips of his ears poking through his hair, go red, and it makes me chuckle.

“I live here..” he points at the apartment building that is literally next door to mine. My eyes bulge. Holy shit, all these while, sexy boy was next door?

 “Can I stay with you? Until the issue with my apartment is resolved?”

I can see the panic in his eyes as he looks up at me. So so corruptible.

“It’ll be fun, I hear I am a fun roommate, which floor is yours?” I ask, already heading for the front door.

He follows me, protesting as he does. I chuckle, moving forward, this is better than I could have planned for us, there’s no accidental meeting I could have planned that would top this one.

 There’s no elevator in this apartment, and that makes it easier.

“If you don’t tell me when to stop, I’ll keep going up.” I threaten as I take the next flight of stairs.

He grumbles and says nothing, hoping I was joking, and I take the next flight, and the next, until he asks me to stop, which is good because it is not the cardio I want.

 “Third floor.” he grumbles, standing in front of the door, hesitating and then letting out a big sigh and unlocking the door.

 “Sorry about the mess.” he says as he dashes inside, hoping to clean up I guess. I chuckle, walking in. It didn’t really matter, unless he was a pig. And he isn’t. The apartment is old fashioned, not as spacious as mine, yet it is filled with him.

 “I’m on the third floor too.” I say, walking into the room, he hurriedly shoves clothes into his wardrobe, I find it hilarious.

The laughter dries on my lips when I notice something. He makes a strangled noise at the back of his throat. I walk towards it, it’s a chair, in front of a canvas, semi finished works by the side, I look at the painting, and then outside the window that the chair looks out of, but it’s more a balcony than a window.

 Looking closer, my eyes bulge.

“Is that…?”

“Regina… it’s not what it looks like…” he starts, his voice panicked.

But it is exactly what it looks like, I know because I see the evidence. I see directly into my room from his window balcony… which means, he has always seen me, no matter what I do, he had front row view into my room…

 He had seen me all those times when…I.. slowly, I turn to face him. His face is white, he is biting his deliciously sexy lips, I struggle to ask him what I need to know,

“You have been watching me touch myself?”