It's his Lips, Everytime

chapter 5

He gazed at her slowly and intently, as if he were committing her face to memory. Then, he bit her finger gently as she explored his lips, prompting her to exclaim, "Aww... Are you a vampire? Why would you bite me like that?"

"Do you know where vampires make marks?" he asked with a grin, hinting at a playful response. Sensing he didn't want to continue the conversation, he moved back as if retreating, but Khadija jumped on him.

"Lady? Seriously? Do you know what you're doing?" he questioned, noticing her foot with one removed heel. Gently, he removed the heel and rubbed her bare foot, feeling the discomfort she must have experienced.

Meanwhile, Khadija's friend on the phone observed the scene incredulously, exclaiming, "Hey? Am I dreaming about your love life or something? Why does the hero in your story look like a Hollywood model?"

"Why do I hear my Snow White's voice? Where's my handsome prince?" she continued, reaching back to grab a glass of water from the table behind her. In her distraction, she accidentally spilled the water on Taner.

"Seriously?" he mumbled, looking at himself, now wet from the water droplets cascading down from his thick hair.

"Wow, hottie, I love your wet look. How can you be this handsome? And I can't get over your beautiful lips," Khadija remarked, leaning in closer to get a better look.

Annoyed by the water droplets, Taner rubbed himself against her T-shirt in an attempt to dry off, causing her to shout, "Hey? Stop it, it's tickling!" They continued their playful banter, with Taner walking backward as they tussled, until they both fell onto the couch, tripping over each other.

She settled comfortably on his lap, asking him, "So, how old are you? Let me ask you a few questions before taking you to my home. What do you say?" clearly influenced by alcohol.

"I'm already inside your home and you're inside my arm. Why do you need my age? I'm of legal age to make babies with you," he chuckled, playfully tugging her hair back.

"Hey, no, only I can touch you. You can't," she protested.

"Why? What's this stupid rule? I have all rights to do so, considering you've already scanned my lips, pectoral, everything," he retorted.

She moved back with a gesture of denial, and Taner, fearing she might fall, pulled her close.

"Wow," she exclaimed, smelling him and looking happy.

"Hey, are you a pervert? God, what am I doing with this old yet immature girl?" he muttered to himself as he stood up, carrying her.

"Where's your room?" he asked, and she pointed at it with a pout.

As Taner opened the door and entered, he placed her on the bed and began to walk back to the living room. She ran after him from behind, accusing him of being a robber and demanding her "thing" back.

"What thing?" he asked, turning to face her.

"My... My 'heart'!" she proclaimed proudly.

"Was that supposed to be a pick-up line? Please don't try that line again. It sucks," he told her with a serious face.

"Oh, is that a bad one? I don't remember those lines and ideas I read this morning," she mumbled. Taner observed her makeup face, with red lips and sharp-edged eyeliner enhancing her facial features. He couldn't help but stare at her cute gestures and actions.

"Why did you read those lines? Who were you going to trap with your stolen pickup lines?" he asked.

"It's for my friend; she wants to impress her boyfriend. No, now that guy is her ex-boyfriend," she pouted, showing a sad face for her friend.

Taner found it cute. "Hey, you know what? I don't have older ladies as my type. But does every mature lady have this hidden side? Or are you usually like that?" he asked, chuckling.

"Like what?" she asked, frowning her eyebrows with a sharp look.

"Like this, cute and..." He didn't complete his words, and she fired away her mind.

"Don't think of me as cute. No, never. I am beautiful," she grabbed his collar, dragged him into her room, and pushed him onto the bed.

Sitting on him, she removed his T-shirt and said, "Look, I can make you vulnerable...ble, yeah!" before falling down.

"You are at your limits, I guess," he grinned, trying to get back to the living room, but her hands were grabbing his tightly.

Taner couldn't remember when he fell asleep, but when he opened his eyes after a long peaceful sleep, he found himself topless in bed with a girl sitting beside him, dressed only in her undergarments, looking confused and frightened. Although he had no idea about her current state of dress, he couldn't resist teasing her.

"Hello, babe. Why the early wake-up call after all we did last night?" he asked with an expressionless face.

He noticed her surprise and shyness, evident from her red nose and bashful morning demeanour. He also caught her staring at his lips for a moment, fueling his desire to tease her further.

"She looks adorable, so naive. I never expected this to happen when I left home. Coming to city X wasn't such a bad idea after all, and following my mom's advice wasn't either," he thought to himself, smiling with a hint of cunningness. "Oh, look, she even turned around like a llama caught stealing hay," he chuckled inwardly, about to ask about her drinking habits.

But to his surprise, she asked him something very bold yet unexpected, which annoyed him slightly, "Who are you, sir?" Her sweet morning voice was a bit rough but still honey-dripping.

He felt a pang of annoyance and wanted to pinch her cheek to jog her memory of the events from the previous night, but she received a morning call, breaking the silence. After listening to the call from her mother, his mother's long-time friend, she asked, "Are you Taner?" He didn't respond verbally but patted her head gently, saying, "Go and freshen up. After drinking my soup, you'll remember my t-shirt brand name too."

Turning to leave, he caught a glimpse of her face turning bright red and her shy-filled eyes in the mirror positioned at the corner of her room. Quickly averting his gaze downwards to avoid processing the sight of her beautiful and perfect body, sculpted abs, and thighs, he hurried out of the room, feeling a rush of butterflies in his stomach at the thought of such a beautiful girl sleeping beside him all night in that vulnerable state.