Hello, Kenzo

Can't Get Enough

My alarm went off at 5:30 a.m. sharp as a gun to my head. A little later, I managed to get out of bed and drag myself to the bathroom. There was no point in trying to go back to sleep now.

After Kenzo left to go home last night, we stayed up and played our favorite online game. Well, we mostly talked. Every second away from him felt like an eternity, so whatever way I could close the gap, I'll take it. We played until morning, and before we knew it, the clock had hit three o'clock.

I sleepily got dressed and decided to hail a hired driver rather than drive to school. I am too sleepy to drive. Luckily, the traffic was not the worst, and I reached school just in time for my class.

"Good morning, class!" I greeted my students while I did the hand signs.

My lips quivered as I tried to purse my lips tightly just to hide my sleepiness. These kids could see through me, and surely they'd be bugging me about the person responsible for making me happy even though I looked tired.

"Happily tired," I muttered to myself when I saw the students giggling, as I fixed my things on my desk.

"Today, prepared...a...presentation...about..." I spoke to them while my other hand did the hand signs and my other hand was operating my laptop. "Ok. A presentation about historical structures where great events took place, such as colosseums."

Everyone's attention immediately turned to the PowerPoint presentation I made on the screen at the front of the room. Images of different colosseums from different parts of the world that were written in history flashed on the monitor. I explained to them the events that took place in each museum, the important people who were at those events, and the dates they happened.

They all showed so much interest as the images flashed one by one on the screen. Some would gasp, and some would be in awe as I shared the details about each structure.

Even though my eyes badly wanted to get some sleep, the joy of sharing with these kids my passion for history and how important it was for them to be grateful and aware was beyond compare.

"Now, as I mentioned on your schedule, today we will be doing something more productive." I walked to my desk, leaned against it while I excitedly pulled something from my bag and hid it behind my back to get them up and wanting to know what it was.

I saw their faces light up. They are all curious as to what this activity is going to be and how much I'm planning to teach them. It would probably be boring for them, but they're willing to try and do anything I ask them, no matter how simple or difficult it is. It warms my heart.

"Tada! Today, I wanted everyone to design their chosen colosseums from the materials I asked you to bring. This example was the one I made when I was in college. So, bring your materials and start making."

Everyone excitedly pulled their materials out of their bags and started doing some scratching on their plans.

I let the presentation play while they worked on their plans to let them have references. I can only assume they have already researched this topic extensively. Some hurled their chairs towards their closest classmates to collaborate and share ideas.

I paced around them to check their progress when my phone vibrated. I ignored it, but it vibrated again. And again. But then, the third time, it became unbearable. I groaned and rushed out of the room. I answered it, and I answered it quickly.

"What's happening?" I asked without greeting him.

Kenzo responded with a chuckle. "Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that I missed you. And that I sent an image of me missing you."

Then he hung up. Just like that.

I scrolled on my phone to check the image he was talking about, and I gasped.

"That silly kid." I gasped and mumbled while blushing so hard.

I typed my response to him and headed back to the room.

The bell rang at 8:30, and I asked my class to keep their things, and we would just continue in the next meeting.

My second class came and the next, and until the last of my students left to teach in the afternoon, Kenzo wouldn't stop sending me messages, but I didn't respond anymore.

I wanted him to miss me. I smiled at the thought.

I waved my students good-bye, and just then, I called Kenzo while I waited for a taxi outside the gates.

I looked up at the pink and orange skies as I waited for him to pick up my call. I smiled at its beauty.

"Hi," his voice sounded deep and serious. It must be because I ignored his messages for so long.

"Room 404, I'll wait for you." I grinned and put down the call immediately.

My heart skipped a beat as my taxi approached.

I am finally going to be with him. I missed him so much.

Moments later, a soft knock on the hotel's door broke my train of thought. My cheeks heated up, and I smiled shyly at the man who stood in front of my door. He smiled brightly at me with eyes as dark as midnight and hair as silky as satin.

His smile was beautiful enough to make anyone melt, even me, and I loved everything he did.

He opened the door wider and stepped inside. I closed the door behind him and followed him.

"You look beautiful," he said as he stood before me, mesmerized.

I blushed. "Thank you. You don't look bad yourself."

He chuckled and kissed my cheek.

He wore black jeans and a white button-up shirt. The color complimented his pale skin quite nicely. His dark hair fell in messy waves over his forehead.

"Hey," I said softly.

"Hey," he replied.

And before I knew it, he wrapped my waist with his right arm and devoured my lips hungrily.

Every second, every moment, I couldn't imagine getting enough of him.