Panic
1156 Words
Yes! Its a king bed room, with a chair, TV, fridge, microwave. I looked at him and he was looking everywhere but me. I smiled.
Why didn't I see him like this before. He is looking so adorable. I wanted to hold him and kiss hard on his lips. His lips, red, pink shade. They are perfect shape. His eyes, so deep, his eyelashes, so thick. And his hands so muscular. I want to experience those arms and chest. I am getting greedy. I know I am getting selfish, but I cant help it.
"Alex, let me grab water bottles from the car, and I think I also forgot my purse. Keys?"
"Don't go alone, its late. I am coming with you." I knew he will say this.
The moment I grabbed my purse from car, I pretended to fall, not that he let me. Before I could even touch the ground, he held me in his arms.
Hmm, his cologne is making me loose my mind. Its Creed, musk and oakmoss odor. I was about to stand and hug him, but then I remembered I had to pretend I got hurt, so I sat down.
"Are you alright?" Alex had concern in his eyes. No I am not, I am getting intoxicated by you. I am getting dissolve in your arms. Control Nicolle.
"No, I think I hurt my ankle. Its not that big. I can walk"
He tried to make me stand, but as planned, I hold his hand and said I cant walk properly.
He took me in his arms and I gently kept my hand on his chest. He stiffened and his chest muscles moved a bit, indicating that he could feel the same current which I am feeling. So I kept my other hand to hold his neck.
He looked deeply into my eyes, his eyelids closing halfway like he was drunk. He immediately gulped hard, and started looking forward. I bit my lip and rested my head on his chest.
Once we were inside room, and I was on bed, he was looking for a place for himself.
"Its Ok Alex, you can sleep here." I placed the pillows between us. "See,. We can sleep, the bed is too big."
He rubbed the back of his neck and sat on his side on the bed. We took our dinner, and started TV before sleeping. I was looking at him, with lust in my eyes. But he was lost in the movie. I looked at the TV to see which movie is he watching. Oh, he is watching John Wick2.
I started watching with him, but its too violent for me. And then there were killings, blood everywhere. I started to panic. I was breathing heavily and no matter how hard I try I was feeling low on air. All that blood was making me dizzy. Alex saw me and quickly hugged me.
"Nicolle, what's happening? Nicolle"
I was unable to reply. He came a little closer.
"Nicolle, I am sorry I was watching this. Its Ok, I am here with you. Breathe." He turned off the TV.
But it was not enough as I was still sweating. I buried my head into his chest and he pulled me closer. And then to make the matters worse, I puked all over him.
But he didn't move or push me away. He simply carried me in his arms, made me sit on the tub, and started cleaning me. He cleaned my face, never leaving my hand.
"I am sorry, I puked on you."
"Its ok, completely fine. You were scared. In fact I am sorry, I was watching a violent movie with you." He was using wet tissues on my face, not even caring about himself. He had more puke on himself, but it was not bothering him.
"I will clean myself now. But you should also take shower."
He looked at himself. "Yeah, take a bath quickly and then I will come.
Alex called room service and got the room cleaned while I was cleaning myself. Then I remembered, my clothes. They were in the bag.
"Alex, can you please hand over my clothes. They are in the bag."
"Umm, are you sure if I open your bag?" He sounded nervous. What's scaring him. I don't have a snake in my bag.
"Yes, please. I forgot to bring my clothes. I mean you bought me here, you forgot to give me."
"Ok, Just wait." Few sounds and then I heard him.
"You know what, come outside and take your clothes, I am looking the other way."
Why is he behaving like this?
And against all my hesitation, I wrapped the towel and stepped outside. And like a gentleman he was, he had his back towards me.
He had a towel wrapped and another towel to cover his back. If I was not having a panic attack, I don't know how I would have controlled myself.
And then I understood why he was so nervous. My undergarments were in my bag, and I guess he was trying to find my clothes, but all he could see were my inners.
Alex:
I am such a fool. She had a traumatic incident few months back. She is pregnant and I made her see a violent movie.
But I had no option. All other movies were late night movies. I was definitely not comfortable seeing those movies with her.
I looked at myself, and yeah it was pretty nasty, but I cant show it to her. She will feel guilty.
I opened up my suit, shirt, pant and sat on the chair with a towel wrapped below my waist. I had scars so I put another towel on my upper body and was waiting for her to come out.
And then she asked for her clothes. Is she sure I can touch her bag. Isn't there a saying which says something about don't touch a girl's bag?
She asked again and I opened the bag. I put my hand and all I can touch is her bra. I started looking other side, and its her **. I quickly pull my hand back and asked her to take them herself. The gate opened and I quickly turned my face the other side.
She was in a towel. A f*****g towel. I am looking the other side, but couldn't help imagining that she is not wearing anything underneath it. F**k, I was getting hard. Its wrong. I should not feel these things for a girl I don't love.
She sat on the bed and opened up her purse or bag I don't know what. I wasn't looking. I was lost in my own dirty thoughts. You are such a jerk Alex, imagining all these things. You should be ashamed of yourself.
While she was busy in her clothing, I quickly went inside the bathroom and started shower.
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