In His Trap

Ch. 5: Being With Him

Alfred smiles at me as I nodded, so he could pour in the wine in a glass. He gazes at me, which makes me embarrassed when I'm under his gaze. We even sat in silence for ten minutes, and he still continued to locking gazes with me.

I guess I'm the only one who feels awkward here. I also feel awkwardly overdressed me because of him. Well, he also looks overdressed himself because he wears a black suit. And now, we look like adults when we are just teenagers.

However, that isn't what is bothering me. It is the fact that he affords these expensive things with ease, he suddenly knows where I leave and he's acting all lovey-dovey and being weird. I don't think I'll be able to enjoy this date.

“Gwen?” He calls my attention as he grabs my right hand with a facial expression of concern before continuing, “are you all right?”

“I'm... I'm fine,” I answered instead.

I'm not fine, but I don't want to make you feel like you are making me feel a little bit uncomfortable. However, he still carries an expression of askance.

“C'mon, what is it? Talk to me,” he insisted.

I finally sigh before opening up, “I don't wanna make you feel like everything thing you do makes me... uncomfortable. I just want you to be yourself around me.”

“Is this about the gifts?”

“Yeah, they're... really too much.”

“C'mon, do you think I used all my savings on you?”

“I don't know, did you? And what do you do for a living, anyway?”

“I'm a visual artist and a game developer. I currently own a picture gallery, though I'd love to start sculpturing also.”

“Wow! I paint pictures too. Well, I used to.”

“Yeah, you told me.”

“I did?”

“Yeah, you mentioned it like two times.”

“You know what? why don't we go see your gallery next time?”

“Yeah, of course.”

I was a little comfortable when we started a conversation until I glanced at my hand, finding Alfred caressing my hand, especially my knuckles, and he just wouldn't stop staring; which makes me feel uncomfortable once again.

I slowly retrieve my hand from his and held the glass of wine as I lifted it to my lips and took a sip of it.

“Hmm! This taste nice!” I said.

“I know, right?”

“What flavor is this?”

“Your favorite, strawberry.”

“Wait, I told you that too?”

“Yeah, you mentioned it like two times.”

This makes me wonder if I was that open to him. He literally knows about everything about me, but I know just little about him. And why did he say ‘Yeah, you mentioned it like two times’ twice over?

“So, what don't you know about me? It appears that you literally know everything.”

“That's because you're surprisingly very open to me, and I just like to... take notes.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean I like having knowledge of your likes and dislikes. I always want to give you or do for you what will make you... happy.”

“Happy?”

“Of course.”

He stares very deep into my eyes as a smile appears on his face.

“You know, you're very pretty in person,” he said.

“Well, thanks for the compliment,” I replied.

I guess all these questions about his behavior are only connected to just one question...

“What are we?”

“Pardon?” He asked.

“What are we? This is just our first time meeting, and you bought me gifts and took me out on a date. We even planned to go on another date at your picture gallery. You were even holding my hand and caressing it as if–”

“... Look, I'm doing all this to show you how much I love you, even though you are now very uncomfortable around me ever since I told you my feelings for you.

I know we aren't a thing, but I want us to–”

I got up to reach for him as I grabbed the lapel of his jacket and planting a kiss on his lips, not letting him speak any further. However, I don't know why I did that, perhaps I want to be more than friends with him. I'm done making him explain himself all the time.

“You haven't still answered my question,” I said.

“We are... just about to be more than friends because... I want more, and I'm pretty sure you want that too,” he replied.

This time, we both reach for each other and kissed as he holds on to my neck while I hold on to his shoulders, even the table between couldn't stop us from almost entangling our tongues because we started sitting at the each of our seats.

I don't know what's really happening to me, but I think I like. Just when I was feeling very uncomfortable around him, my body was acting on its own.

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He takes me home in his car as he gets out of the car to open the car door for me. I come out as he slams the door close, before walking me to my door post.

Since my aunt had travelled for a business trip, I wasn't worried about the time I spent being with him. I enjoyed every bit of it – every bit of... him.

“Thank you,” he said.

“For what?”

“Everything.”

“You're... welcome.”

“I... love you, I love you so much.

I love you so much

I... I... I...”

My head begins to spin while he speaks. I don't know what's happening anymore...

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