Chapter Thirty Two
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♠ Austin Hames ♠
Once I'd changed from my sports clothes to something better for the weather, I waited for her in the parlor.
My thoughts wandered back to what she'd said.
How could she really think I disliked her? When truthfully, her mere presence led to so many emotions erupting in me.
Didn't she notice it? The way my body yearned for her presence. Wasn't it noticable?
Yes, I'd admit I'd tried concealing it by acting a little more stern than usual, but there was no way she wouldn't have caught a hint.
For some reason, it hurt to know she thought I disliked her.
It was also equally annoying that I was hurt by something so unnecessary.
What the f**k was my problem?
The door opened, revealing her figure clad in the blue gown she'd arrived with while she held the bag of sports clothes.
She could be tagged as the most beautiful creature on earth. But I hated the fact my eyes saw her that way.
“Did I make you wait for long?” She asked once she'd headed towards me.
“Are you ready?” As always, my tone came out more stern than intended.
Normally, it wouldn't bother me, but after what she said about me disliking her, I found myself actually a little too aware of how I spoke.
“Yeah,” she stretched the bag of clothes, “thanks for these, you can have them back.”
“Alright,” when I took it from her, I realized she'd probably expected me to hand it to her.
I know that was the right thing to do, but deep down, my body knew it just wanted to have a part of her in my house.
Again, what on earth was happening to me?
Dropping the bag on the sofa, I stood beside her, “let's get going then,”
“Yeah,” we both headed towards the door, which I opened while she retrieved her coat, putting it on.
I knew I should head out and wait for her, but after her comment on me not being a gentleman, I felt the need to keep the door open for her till she got out.
It was only when she stared at me in surprise that I realized she probably thought I'd left already.
“Thanks,” her tone was laced with surprise as she headed out, while I did the same afterwards, locking the door behind me before me.
There was an awkward silence as we strolled side by side to my car whose driver seat I entered while she got into the passenger seat.
I did my seat belt, then started the car, “where do you live?”
She replied, watching me place it on the GPS before moving with its directions.
There was silence, and truthfully, I didn't mind considering the fact her presence gave me a sense of peace, but she seemed to find it awkward as she kept fiddling with her coat.
“Oh s**t,” she almost jumped off her seat, staring like she just recalled something.
“What's wrong?” I asked, slightly alarmed by the suddenness in her expression.
“I totally forgot I arrived in a car,” she placed the back of her palm on her forehead as though finding herself dimwit for forgetting.
“I'll send someone to bring it back to you,” from my tone, it was evident how I found the solution totally easy.
“Oh,” her cheeks reddened as she leaned into the chair like she'd prefer if it swallowed her, though I wondered why.
Had I said something wrong?
Again, the silence, but this time, I broke it, “how do you feel now?”
“Huh?” It was obvious she hadn't expected me to talk, but quickly recovered from the surprise, “I'm better actually, thanks.”
“It was my fault and I'll take all the—”
“I don't think you should blame yourself for anything,” she cut me off.
I didn't like being cut off, but coming from her, I found my system warming.
“All that matters is that the CCTV footage is obtained,” it was after she said it that I realized the photo hadn't been delivered to me yet.
Why?
But that seemed like something I'd rather not tell her. No use worrying her more than she probably was.
So I changed the topic, “how about your sister, uh…”
“Oliver,” she filled in when I trailed off, obviously not recalling the girl's name.
“Yeah, is she your only sibling?” Weird how I was beginning to ask personal questions, but it felt so easy to do.
“Hmm, my younger sister,” a small smile landed on her lips.
My eyes drifted to her lips for just a second before heading back to the road.
Why did I feel the need to taste her lips? Obviously she'd be so sweet to taste.
The temptation seemed to crawl upwards. I mean, all that was needed was to just press my lips against hers.
It couldn't be that bad.
Jeez man, get a hold of yourself.
Thankfully, I was saved from losing myself when she said, “that's my house,”
“Oh,” although I knew it was best for us both if she was to head home, it didn't stop me from feeling a little… dejected at the thought.
I pulled up in front of her house, while she opened the door, but didn't get out yet.
“Thanks for the ride,” she offered me a small smile, and when I turned to her, our gaze locked.
The only thing that ran through my brain at the moment was how beautiful she'd taste. All I just had to do was try.
It was like she also wanted me to do so, because she stayed glued to the seat, not moving or breaking the gaze.
Do it man.
My hands trailed to the seat belt, unbuckling it, then, without second thoughts, I closed the gap between us, our lips only inches apart when her eyes widened, snapping me back to reality.
I quickly pulled back. “I'll get your car sent to you and will pick you up on Friday,”
My tone came out more stern than ever, as a result of my thumping heart.
“Y-Yes,” she rushed out of the car, closing the door behind her and scuttling into the house.
What on earth was I about to do? Was I crazy or what.
But as I started the car and drove farther from her house, my body wished it hadn't come to its senses.
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