CHAPTER 6: DANGER IN OUR DATE

After the meal together, he just give me a kiss before leaving.

I couldn't sit still the whole driver because of tension. I wonder how Camille would respond if she found out that I did it again. That we... did it again.

I don't know how else I can tell her knowing that she will be really disappointed of what happened.

Every bit of his touch, the way he kiss me, and they way his eyes shine when looking at me. I don't now what it is.... more like.... obsession? I can't say that I'm falling because it's too early for that.

"Let's talk tomorrow. There's something I need to settle."

That's just the last thing that he told me before leaving. I don't know what it is about but I hope it's not something stupid.

"So, what happened?" Camille asked, leaning in to me.

I know that she's way more curious how we ended up than how we started.

"We're okay now." I answered then forced a smile.

"See? I told you. He's not dangerous and you're going to be just fine." Camille said confidently like she really knew Windham..

If only she knew. And if I will tell her, she will be very disappointed because she warned me once. But who would've expected that the very face I'd rather not be looking at, would now be the one that will be stuck in my head?

Windham.

That's all I know.....just his last name. I don't even know his first name, much less the specifics of who he actually is. But somehow, I don't care. I on't even bothered to ask him because I was enjoying the time with him.

It's kinda frightening, this strange happiness I get whenever I recall the way he look at me, the way he claim me, like it was something. Is this what they mean by happiness? Or that fluttery sensation they say you get when someone becomes important to you. I don't know. Perhaps it's just an.... obsession? Perhaps I am overthinking this. Or perhaps… just possibly… I am falling for him far too quickly.

But no. I can't possibly.

When we returned home, Camille directly went to bed, due to tiredness. But me? I stayed by the window while looking at the night sky that somehow gives mr peace in this troubling mind.

It's hard to sleep thinking of how my life twisted it's path that fast. Then, my phone rang. I looked at it it's him again.

> I'm outside.

I can't stop myself but to smile. I don't know but I realize that I'm already smiling, seconds before I even notice it.

But why is he here?

It's too dark outside but I could still spot a familiar figure, leaning over the hood of a shiny black car. Just standing there, hand in pocket, other hand holding his phone loosely. Like he had time in the world but only for me.

I looked down at him for a few seconds from the window but still hesitating whether to go downstairs or not. My mind was shouting 'no' but my feet had already started moving.

A few moments later, I was out the door and he was already looking the moment that I opened it as if he knew I was there.

There he was, him.

He moved in one step, then another towards me, and without a warning, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. Not like before that's with desperation. This one was a gulps-fast. And I let him.

For an instant, the world disappeared. There were no rules, only the way his hand softly cradle the back of my neck, and the way I leaned on him like I had no control left to give.

When he finally pushed away, his forehead was against mine. "You didn't push me away," he whispered, with his husky voice. "I didn't want to," I confessed.

He made a small, trembling laugh. "You make it impossible to stay away, you know that?"

I looked up at him while i can still fell my heart racing. "Then why did you come here?" He hesitate while, his unreadable eyes scanning my face. "To ask you something. something simple," he replied.

"What is it?"

He took a step back, like he's trying to calm himself for a second before saying it. "Go on a date with me." That made me blink. Of all the things I had expected him to say, that was not one of them. "A… date?" I parroted, wondering if I'd heard him correctly.

A genuine one," he explained. "No games, no deal, no condition. You and me. I want to take you out properly. Get to know you… without all the fuss. For once.

I looked at him, totally speechless. After all that, after the things that happened and the confusion, after the unnessesary thoughts of him, here he is, in front of me.

"Okay," I whispered.

I picked the red dress from my wardrobe. It's been a while since I wear this kind of clothes. I'm not a type who go wherever I want. I have jobs and my study, my friends and family. It's to waste my time in them rather than just by myself in party.

The city lights distorted behind the tinted glass as the car drives around the area. Neither of us said anything for a while. His one hand was dribing was the other was holding my hand.

He finally drove me to a rooftop restaurant. The last restaurant we're in. Las Espanya restaurant we're in.

We talked during the meal and he shared about business stuffs. How he manage all of that and the pressue of being the only son.

"I hope you won't stay away from me anymore," he whispered while giving me a gentle look.

"Possibly," I said. But I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure to anything.

Then, on the way back to the car, his hands tightened against mine that made my brows furrow.

"What is it?" I asked in surprise but he did not speak. His face changed hard and unyielding. He's looking over my shoulder. "Get in the car," he said urgently.

"What—"

"I said, get in the car. Now."

His tone changes. I turned automatically to see what he was seeing to make him act like that, and that is when I noticed a man who was all in black, standing over near the corner of the building and not moving.

"Who's that?" I asked nervously, but he did not respond. He just moved in front of me to block my path while his eyes still fixed on the man.

And then my phone vibrated inside of my purse and a message popup from a number that I didn't know.

> You should not have believed him.