❝our eyes met,
and our souls caught on fire.❞
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Carla Marshall was a storm that could not be contained, her thunder rumbling and her lightning flashing, but her beauty could only be seen when the rain began to...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX— "too perfect"
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THE GOLDEN HUE OF THE MORNING SUN sneaked into my room, enhancing the richness of my skin. The sun illuminated the sweat droplets forming on the crevices of my back as a result of the workout I'd been engaged in. With a sigh escaping my lips, I grabbed my towel and made my way into the shower.
After scrubbing myself clean from every dirt, I rinsed myself and took the moment to stare at my reflection in the mirror. Gaze dropping to my lips, I couldn't help but let my independent mind wander back to the hotel, and the edges of my lips lifted up naturally—recalling the plump lips that met mine. I had to admit, she enticed me the very moment she walked up to my car in the parking lot with her feisty attitude, daring nature and striking icy blue eyes.
A smile still formed on my lips at the thought of her.
It was finalized, I was definitely crazy about her.
I walked out of the bathroom, dried myself and threw on something appropriate for the weather. I made my way over to my window through which the blazing sun forced it's way into my room through the blinds.
My mind wandered off again and my fingers itched to call or text her. What if she was still asleep? It was seven o' clock in the morning and Carla wasn't a morning person. But then again, a text wouldn't hurt, right? And because mind had made it's decision, it didn't take more than three seconds to realize that I had already tapped on her contact on my phone.
Eyes locked on the already typed out words, I internally contemplated the decision to press send—until I did.
Hey, how're you feeling?
My eyes were trained on my phone, as I came striding down the stairs to the kitchen, eyes flicking through unread messages, and failing to acknowledge my best friend's presence. I saw his figure from my peripheral vision, but then a message from Carla flashed across on the top of my screen.
I'm fine, don't worry too much :)
I couldn't help but let a sigh of relief escape my lips, knowing that she would be okay—but yet again, I could never stop being worried.
"Good morning, lover boy,"Walter's annoying voice cooed from the kitchen where he was having his breakfast. The smug smirk decorating his face almost made me roll my eyes but I wasn't ready to give him the satisfaction of me being affected by his antics.
Clearing my throat, I placed my phone on the counter while taking a seat opposite him, on the kitchen stool. "Don't look at me like that."
