Happy Valentine Day
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He came out from shower and is looking at me as if I am a ghost.
"You bought shorts for me? Have you ever seen me in one? I mean, Ok jeans I agreed to, but these shorts? I am not wearing them." He crossed his hands on his chest and looked so adorable. Looking like a kid, who wants to wear something else.
But he is looking more than that. He is wearing a towel and a t-shirt. Of course full sleeves. I asked Shelly to select full sleeves only. I know he has scars and he is not comfortable showing them. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t looking sexy.
"Ok, don't wear them. But I didn't bring anything else. You asked me to pack for just 5 days. So I took 1 pair of jeans and 2 shorts. "I stood up from the bed and walked towards him. He looked at me with raised eyebrows as he caught a smile on my face. I dashed towards him and pulled his towel.
Of course, I looked the other way to maintain my dignity but this will leave him with no choice but to wear the shorts. Nicolle, what if he was not wearing anything under this. The thought made me swallow hard and I had to control myself hard not to look at him. But I know he is a gentleman, he will not do anything.
"Hey, what are you doing? Give me my towel."
"It's not yours, it belongs to the hotel, and I am going for a bath. I need the towel."
"It's used. I don't think it's wise to use a used towel."
"It's ok, I will keep it on the floor. But I am not giving it back to you." I laughed and froze the moment I sensed someone behind me. He is inches away from me and I can feel water droplets from his hair dropping on me. I used all my strength and turned to face him.
God, why is he looking so sexy? His wet hairs, his eyes, lips. He is looking at me and it feels like his gaze is drilling my soul. I felt his hand on my waist and I felt breathless. He is so close, if I raise myself just a bit, I can kiss him. Can he feel my heartbeat?
I don't even want to look at his body. I know he is in a T-shirt, but I choose the tight ones. This shirt should be hugging him tight, showing his muscles. He moved a bit forward, his eyes on me all the time and then he took the towel from my hand, and wrapped himself.
What was that! I swear I was this close to kiss him. I was sweating thinking about this, and to hide my embarrassment, I ran towards the bathroom. I heard him chuckle outside and I couldn't stop myself from smiling either.
"I am not wearing these shorts. I will wear jeans from yesterday, but not these shorts." He shouted from outside. Well I am in luck, he was wearing jeans when he went to take shower, so it's inside the bathroom. I quickly soaked it in water and went outside.
"You mean these jeans?" I showed his soaked jeans to him.
“Oh, this means war. You know what, I am going out in my towel and getting clothes from my bag in the car.”
“Even if you do that, you will find nothing. I told you earlier, I only took a pair of jeans and shorts.”
“Ok then, I will order online and choose to pick it up at the store. I am sure they will deliver it to my car in the parking lot.”
He is going out like this. In a t-shirt and towel on his waist. His body was looking perfect like this. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.” He gave me a challenging look and I slammed the bathroom door in anger. I hope he understands I am angry at this ridiculous idea.
I heard a few footsteps and then the door opened and closed. Did he really go outside?
I peeked through the door, he was not here. Where did he go in a towel? I felt jealous. I didn’t see him properly in that shirt and towel, and other girls will drool over him. I am also going out, and will kill any girl looking at him. I came outside stomping when someone grabbed me by the wrist.
"Hmm. Now tell me, what were you saying?" I felt relieved. No girl will see my Alex.
"I wasn't saying anything. You were saying you will go out in a towel, but not wear the shorts I bought." Suddenly an idea popped in my mind and I stopped struggling. He loosened his grip and turned me towards him. A frown on his face.
"I am sorry, you didn't like the clothes I bought for you." I tried to sound as upset as I could. I know he don't like it when I am upset. Sorry Alex, but it's for your own good.
"Hey, it's not like that. See I am wearing it. I mean don't see, turn around. I will wear it." I turned around, hardly controlling my laughter.
"Ok, Done. You can turn back." I turned to see him and he is looking, Ughh say something new Nicolle. You always say this to yourself. He looks sexy, handsome, dashing, attractive, stunning, gorgeous. I need to refer to a dictionary to find new words for him.
He snapped his fingers in front of me, with questioning eyes. "What?"
"Nothing. Thanks for wearing it. Can I take a pic? I want to send it to Shelly." And before he could deny it, I quickly captured him. I had no intention to send the pic to Shelly, but I wanted it for myself. Shelly was just an excuse. I couldn't simply ask him to pose for me. "Thanks Shelly, '' I said to myself.
I went for a quick shower and when I came outside, there was a huge teddy on the bed. And on the table, a cake. I turned to look at my side and saw Alex with roses and chocolates. Not red roses, but yellow. They are sweet, like him.
"Umm. Mrs. Jones said I should wish you a happy valentine. Happy Valentine's Day Nicolle."
I so wished he would have kissed me, on hand or forehead. But he just gave a sweet smile. Baby steps Nicolle, baby steps.
"Thanks. This is my first time getting something on valentine day."
"It's my first time giving someone too. I think we should celebrate. How about a lunch date." He quickly realized what he said and cleared his throat.
"I mean let's go for lunch."
"Ok, but I am not sharing the cake. It's for me. I like cakes, no I love cakes."
"Oh please. You can have it all. I don't like cakes."
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