First Time Ever

First Attraction

Chapter-5

First Attraction

Sun rays hit my face like a warm caress, I had a slumber sleep, the bed had been amazing, the warmth just right and the smell had been heavenly.

Smell! Heavenly! Holy! I woke up in panic realizing I was in Keith’s bed.

I looked around to find that the other bed was empty meaning the owner of the room had already been up. The bed was neatly made and the dirty dish from yesterday was nowhere to be found.

“He does like his room germ free,” I muttered muffling an yawn.

My body felt a hell lot better now that I’ve had a nice long sleep. All my bad thoughts and feelings were gone with the miserable day.

I yawned one more time and listened for any sound of music coming from outside but it was eerie silent, not a single sound was coming from the other side of the door.

“Thank God it’s finally over!” sending a quick thanks to the Gods above I got out of bed even though I didn’t want to. Still in yesterdays clothes which consisted of a skinny blue jeans and grey T shirt, which any other night would have been really uncomfortable to sleep in, didn’t even itch me last night. God, I really was tired.

I was about to sneak out of his room but then I remembered the bed, “Guess I’ll have to make sure his room is neat and tidy,” I started making his bed when I realized that his snow white bed sheet had been stained green, it didn’t take me another minute to realize that I was the culprit here.

“I am an i***t!” muttering I dropped the soft quilt I was folding and quickly jerked the bed sheet off the bed. I should’ve at least thought once before setting my ass down on his bed when I was rolling in wet green grass minutes ago. Quickly folding the bed sheet I set it aside on the floor, then went back to folding the quilt and after that smoothened the mattress and pillow. It still smelled like him, one of these days I’ll have to ask him which fragrance he uses and gift it to my brother. It smelled so freaking nice!

I heard the soft click of a door opening and turned around to see my savior from last night emerge out with nothing but a P.J hanging from his hips and drops of crystal like water making its way down his chiseled chest.

That day I realized that Keith Night looked freaking sexy without a shirt and just out of shower.

I was not sure how long I stood there staring him but it was only when he gave me an arrogant smirk that I realized I had been literally and figuratively drooling over him.

But I simply couldn’t help it! He looked like some sports magazine model with that athletic and muscular built of his. Until now I’ve only known that he had movie star looks, now I also knew that he had a freaking ‘to die for’ body. That stupid smirk of his widened and my brain, finally returned to its normal functioning. Whirling around I clutched the side of my jeans tightly and concentrated on bringing my breathing back to normal, which somehow I had been holding since I laid eyes on him, half naked him!

“Your cheeks look cherry red India. Running a fever?” he asked bemused.

“You a Doctor?” I asked back, still a little breathless, my heart still beating frantically in my chest.

What the hell was wrong with me? My heart never felt like this before, I’ve never been caught gawking over someone. This guy seem to have strange effects on me. Damn you Keith!

“You have no idea,” he said in a voice so enchanting, I had to dig my nails into the jeans to stop turning around because if I did I won’t be able to help but check him out again. Umm hmm not an option.

I had an ego to satisfy for God’s sake! I would never, ever, in a million years be caught staring at a guy again, no matter what!

“You can admit it,” he started again. By the sound of a cloth being rubbed over flesh I understood he was drying his hair and it really didn’t help because my mind suddenly started painting an image of Keith, just out of shower, half naked and drying his hair. And a hot image that was!

Idiot! My mind screamed.

“Admit what?” my voice came out a little strained.

“That you are enamored,” the playful note in his voice was getting on my nerves, “by me.”

I gritted my teeth, how can he read me so easily? I wasn’t that obvious or maybe he was just good at figuring people out, either way it sucked!

“No I am not!” I defended.

“You can’t lie,” although my back was to him, I could still see the upward curve of his lips.

“I am not lying!” my voice came out stronger, which was a relief considering the wreck I was in.

“Really?” he mocked, “Then why aren’t you looking at me right now? If I don’t affect you like that?”

Okay one point to Keith, zero to me.

“It’s not just you,” I had to come up with something, anything to stop embarrassing myself further.

“Then?” he was still mocking me.

“In my country it’s not considered good manners to openly gawk at half naked men!” Huh! There!

“So you were gawking at me then?”

“No I was not!”

“If you say so,” the way he said it made it quite clear that he didn’t believe me. Well I was lying so it was natural.

“Anyways it doesn’t matter you are not in India, right now you are in the States.”

“So?” what exactly was going on his head?

“So turn around and look at me,” he prompted.

As hell I will! I stood my ground.

“Come-on India, show some fire!” I bet he was having a hard time controlling his laughter.

“Why?” I asked, my nails on the verge of breaking. Why was he so adamant on making me look at him?

“Because I want to see that look on your face one more time. So India turn on around,” his tone was all seriousness.

But I would rather put my tail between my legs and crawl under his bed. I stood there unmoving. He was being a jerk, standing there embarrassing me and enjoying himself. Bastard!

“Well?” he tried again, “thought you Indians were courageous people.”

Well two points for him.

Fine he wanted to measure my courage so be it, taking a deep breath, I gathered every bit of courage I had and turned around, my eyes on his slippers.

“Look up,” he commanded softly.

This was getting under my skin now. Sucking another breath, I finally looked up and couldn’t help but be amazed by how beautiful he really was. The soft pink and yellow that was his skin, the way his muscles stood prominently in his abdomen, his abs and before I realized I was staring at him so openly, he spoke up.

“Like what you see?” the mockery in his voice! That S.O.B!

Bending down I picked up the forgotten bed sheet and without sparing him another glance ran out of the door. My legs matching my heartbeat.

I only stopped once I was safely locked in my room, huffing loudly and clutching the stained bed sheet to my chest. My legs were aching, my heart beat so loud I was sure he could still hear it and my face felt so hot.

Shit! I had been blushing.

That….that……that jerk! A thousand not so appropriate words formed in my head and I had to bite down on my tongue to prevent myself from screaming them out loud.

“Keep your calm Haya,” I muttered and slid down, my back against the door. This was not good, I had a tendency to fall easily for good looking guys even though I was a complete coward when it came to confessions and proposals.

But I did get seriously attached to my crushes even if I never accepted any proposals.

I had to be careful around this guy, I just could not fall for this guy. My father would crucify both of us plus that attraction would always be one sided.

Taking a deep breath I made up my mind that no matter what happens I’ll never have a crush on Keith Night. But even as I sat there flushed and embarrassed , a picture of him popped up in head. God he looked so handsome.

And he’s been so good to me, how on earth could I not have feelings for him?

‘Shut up i***t!’ I scolded myself, ‘you’re not a sixteen year old girl anymore, you’re a grown up and mature woman. You won’t fall for him!’

“Hmm,” nodding my head in agreement I looked at the bed sheet in my hand. The smell of him still lingered on it, the exotic smell of freshness.

Taking one last whiff of it, I stood up and walked to the laundry room, I had some cleaning to do.