Novel & Cerita Santet

I sat there with my mouth gaping open as the door opened and Santos walked in. He wore a simple white singlet-like top and blue denim. I'd never seen a man whose body complimented wear like Santos's. So handsome. I caught myself staring and closed my gaping mouth as he made his way into the house. He was all smiles as he greeted my mother. “My favorite son.” My mother grinned as she hugged him. Santos allowed himself to be hugged, bending so it wouldn't be such a hassle.

God I feel stupid, why did I think that she'd actually call me, that was idioti- my phone vibrated again, another unknown number. "You have the wrong number." I said as soon as I picked it up. "Oh I'm sorry," a female voice sounded, but it wasn't hers, "I saw this number listed as her emergency contact," I sighed, of course Jonathan would do that, "she's drunk and sleeping on the couch and I called the other number, but-" I stood up and walked to the door, grabbing my car keys on the way, "What's the address?" I asked. "107 beach drive." she replied and hung up.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "