LOVE & TOUCH

Chapter 8

Vin's Pov

If only I knew that something crazy would happen that night, maybe I wouldn't choose to go with my friends. I would rather lock myself in my room and sleep like a rock in my bed.

I hugged my pillow. "But it's already happened, Vin. You can't change it." I curled up. "I'm so stupid. What if he tells it to anyone?"

"To Hedndrix?" i whispered.

My face turned white. "Oh Lord!" The pillow blew away when I suddenly got up. I saw myself in the reflection of the vanity mirror that stood in the corner of my room. "No, he won't tell it. Right? He's not that stupid to do that-Aish!"

I pulled my hair and jumped in this soft, velvet-scented bed of mine. I stared at the ceiling, finding peace over the soothing and fascinating starry lights that were moving and dancing with the classical music in the background.

"But what if he suddenly goes insane? I can't trust his face!" I shouted.

I kicked my feet in the air with so much annoyance. I need to talk to him. I need to make him shut up. I need to fix this before it all turns worse. I got my second chance to be reunited again with Hendrix, I can't destroy his trust this time.

But there's another problem. How can I do that? How can I talk to Felix and be with him without feeling like a magnet? I admit it. He has an oozing s****l appeal. And I don't like his effect on me. His s****l attractiveness is too much. Everything about him is too much!

I covered my face with my palms. I already forgot about that scene, I tried so hard to forget about it. But now, it's like a scene from the movie replaying over and over again in my head. If he didn't appear again, I would really forget it all.

I bit my lips and hugged my pillow when memories of that night flashed back.

Wine spread out like a flood because of Marco, my gay friend and batchmate. He's drunk and lost in the beats of the loud music. He was dancing with his crazy, wild moves beside the DJ. I'm still not that drunk, so I'm worried about him. He will surely lose a lot of money if he continues to dispose all of those expensive drinks!

"Party!" He shouted with his lungs, doubling the hype and excitement of the crowd. I realized that he's really the center of attention of everyone everytime he's partying. Well, he's a well-known transgender model in Asia and everyone likes it about him.

"He's super drunk." Andrea spoke beside me. She's my friend too. Who's talking? She was as red as a tomato. She can't even focus her eyes on me.

I sipped on my coke cocktail. "And you are." I pointed.

She giggled and stood up when a guy approached her for a dance. I sighed. My friends are enjoying the night. I should too, right?

"I'll just text our driver to fetch us." I murmured to myself.

I went to the bartender. I need something strong. I need it to have the courage to dance along with them.

"Whiskey, please," I said.

I yawned and checked my phone for my mother's message.

It's almost mignight, when suddenly, my eyes caught a man sitting on my left side, all by himself, at the end of the bar counter. Unlike others who were enjoying and killing the night, he looked a bit serious. He was wearing a white polo with rolled-up long sleeves, has a bit of long tied hair that reaches his shoulder, and a clean-shaven face. Yeah, even with the unsettled lights, I can still describe him. And I must say, he's really stand-out from the rest. He's even famillar to me. Maybe he's a model?

I glanced at the group of women not far away from him. They were obviously gawking at him but he seems oblivious about it. Pathetic girls.

I coughed when his eyes found me. I immediately diverted my gaze. The bartender served my drink and moved to the other side. I peeked again on my left side, full of curiosity. I saw the guy drinking from his glass, but this time, he's facing my side. My heart hammered in shock. He stood up, and I'm sure that he will go in my direction.

"Do you need something? You're staring too much." He spoke with a nice accent and a low voice. I almost got a cough for real. He really came to me. He sat beside me with his silly smile.

I couldn't stop peeking at him earlier because of his good profile view, but now I can't look at him anymore. He is so attractive!

"I-Im not." I bit my lower lip. My stuttering voice gave me away. I gulped the drink and gestured the bartender to give me another one.

The guy beside me chuckled. I have to get a hold of myself to stop being in so much amazement. I wonder how many women he can attract tonight. With his look, he can easily catch any woman's attention as easy as pie.

"Are you alone too?" He asked. I glanced on him as he ran his fingers through his dark brown hair. "Where are your friends?"

I turned to him a bit. "How did you know that I'm with my friends?"

He touched his lips to conceal his laughter. "What? Then you're here with your parents?"

You fooool!

My face burned. Ashamed, I got mistaken on holding of my glass. The liquid spilled and ran down my dress. My lips parted with it's coldness. Sh*t! Am I in a bad luck tonight?

I stood out, only to see the clear wetness of my skirt.

"Let me..."

My eyes widened when the guy wiped my legs with his tissue. That came out of nowhere. I stood rooted there, catching my breath as I watched him shamelessly cleaned me until he got satisfied

"There," he said. His eyes traveled from my legs up to my flushed face. "You can wash in the restroom. Want me to help you?" He offered while grinning.

"N-No, thanks. Excuse me." I snatched my clutched bag and almost ran, like in a marathon, to avoid him and to go in the restroom. My heart thundered like crazy. I confirmed that I was blushing profusedly I when finally reached the restroom and saw myself in the mirror.

I heavily sighed and stared at my red cheeks. It's because of him! How can he touch me in my l-legs like that?

I leaned on the cubicle and softly cursed. "What a guy..."