peach & a kiss
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Everyone note it down–Vhrea Destiny Ashtrick is never going to be a good drinker.
But I couldn't reject Kriag's request for one round of drinks after our peaceful and savouring dinner, fish, chips and crabs is third love.
The bartender bought our orders a Party in your mouth for me and a red Sweet Yes's for Kriag, giving me a heartburn with the sexualized names of these drinks. It may have been a bad idea to accept his drinks offer after all; the warm and cozy disco, a very few people dancing around to some slow and jazzy song I didn't know the name of.
He took a sip of his drink and asked, "What did Gabriel offer you?"
"Something which is useless to me that I have already forgotten about it." I smiled at him, this was already our third drink and the alcohol, and vodka must be having orgasms in my system by now.
He smiled back; carefree and attractive it looked in contrast to my foolish presentation.
"That's good then." His voice didn't seem like he meant what he said but it didn't a hold a pressure of confession either.
"How was your day?" My voice implored him with stupidity; who even asks that after two hours of meeting?
"Okay-okay. I lost a bet today." He didn't return the favour which I was thankful of because I didn't want to lie to him nor share today's events of me being so heartless, senseless and directionless towards humankind.
He kept staring at me with smiling eyes, as if expecting me to say something, or, did he ask anything that I missed to hear? I raised my brows, to which his lips curved towards his ears–that bewitching smile of his!
This silence wasn’t really awkward, it was comfortably sexy. Just staring and smiling at each other.
"What is so funny?" I asked him, having no patience for I am.
"I've dreaded for years for someone to do that to me." He said and his hands approached towards my flute, half empty.
"Do what?" I asked being clueless. My phone pinged, and I ignored smoothly for my conversation which was turning interesting.
"Someone asking me how was my day. You really made my heart flutter just now."
I was feeling dizzy and my eyes blinked in looped response to his confession. I merely asked him how was his day; how on earth could it mean so meaningful to him? "You're flirting Kriag."
"Yes." I blushed as he replied so shamelessly and then took a sip from my flute, and his face went from a smiling emoji to the rainbow river out of the mouth one.
"How could you like this stuff? Bitter. Bitter." He exclaimed which made me laugh, turning it contagious to him too.
"I thought that was sweet."
"Then it is." He said and took in another sip with a pleasant smile on his face; as if it were the tastiest drink in the universe, just dropped from paradise. I laughed acknowledging how indeed he was a good actor.
"I want to join a horse racing." I blurted in a slapdash of me being high on emotions and excitement.
He looked at me with his warm eyes, "And?" He asked.
"And of course, win it!" I said after clinking his glass with my flute to show how enthusiastic I was.
"Gabriel has many. Let's race if we go there someday." What now? Did Gabriel really open some weird club house and where on earth was, he?
I laughed hilariously; his brows knit in confusion. "I don't want to talk about him." I said and put on a serious face of determination, mentioning Gabriel only makes me remember his absurd proposal which still had twenty–two days to consider, and how I wanted to . . .
My phone pinged again; irritated I murdered the power button with force to kill it. I was having a nice time in clearing my head with such a fuzzy head, all I don't need right now is deal with human beings.
Well, Kriag wasn't one, for now.
Seeing him enjoy his drink while being in deep thoughts; his Adam's apple plopping up and down with every sip, his blank eyes looking into the golden mirror work in the front and his fingers playing with his shirt buttons-the perfect stimuli for arousal, he had it all.
And I was lit. I didn't think further.
I leaned forward towards him. Slightly tilting my head, I stared into his eyes from the side, and slowly moving my gaze to his lips. He must've sensed my actions as he turned to face me. Those lips, they looked so inviting, sweet, smooth and kissable. I wanted to feel them. My eyes drooped for a millisecond and then I placed my hands on the arm of his chair, bending my waist more towards him.
I could feel his breath, his heartbeat rising and falling, and his lavender cologne felt so sexy. Giving one last alluring stare into his eyes I went ahead to press my lips on his, and . . .
He moved backwards. A rejected kiss.
My cheeks reddened with flushed embarrassment. I resumed back to my position.
"You are drunk Vhrea." I know that.
He put his palm on my cheek, which felt soothing, and forced me to look into his eyes; they held a mysterious mix of confusion and lust. He wanted it too, but . . he was restraining.
"I don't want you to make a mistake. Are you with someone in present?” He enquired as I felt his voice had fallen down an octave or two; he was leading and making an effort too.
"Yes, with you." I replied sincerely, how of a dumb question it was. He laughed and I almost found that offensive. What was wrong in my answer?
"Not like spending the night Vhrea. Your relationship status."
Now I felt like an i***t. He wanted to confirm my actions, but wasn't I already drunk?
"Does it matter?" I asked back. I was attracted to him and he was to me, and we don't need the worlds permission to share one damn kiss. Was that so difficult?
"Yes. I don't want to lead you the wrong way."
"I think we have passed that stage already." I said and picked up my phone and clutch, and stood, these damn shoes were giving me a heat burn to my toes.
"Are you leaving already?" He asked, standing up from his stool. I breathed in some air of coolness in exchange of frustrated carbon dioxide.
What if I couldn't kiss him, let me just feel him, and his warmth. In two small steps I wound my arms around his neck and breathed closely to his ear, in probable to make his heart flutter again, but with lust this time.
"Next time don't dodge my kiss. Goodbye." I said, and teased his collarless neck with my lips, and separated from him, giving him very less time to figure out what he should do and here I thought he was an experienced champ in ladies.
"I like peaches."
My cheeks reddened as my head spun in a direction too forward from a kiss . . was he talking so early about the flavour choices, but I didn't know about a peach one. Then again, it's been long I was in bed with a man.
"What?" I asked being flustered; he definitely was on point in this flirting and he was not even tipsy.
"Lipstick." He replied too innocently, so, he was just talking about my lipstick choice?
And I was the one being lust Barbie, here?
"Vhrea Destiny Ashtrick. We need to talk." I knew the voice, and he sounded mad; annoyed to be precise.
What was Jules doing here?
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