Starry Eyed at Sophista©

07 & || Hot Hot And Mine

|| 07.4 ||

"All of what?" Omar whispered his husky voice making goosebumps appear on her nape

"Uhm.." Mohana briefly closed her eyes "..uh Soren? Soren Rick! I was thinking about him.. and then..uh..I.. thought it's his jacket but I realized it was just my dream"

"Because he shares his jacket with you?" his steel chest growled with those words, making a thunderous vibration run through her flushed back

"I.. uh he has a neat collection, very neat collection. I am hungry! How long does it even take to get lunch? If my Ethan was here we would have already had it" she attempted to ease from his hold

"Which is exactly why he is not here or we would have missed this.." his rich voice confirmed "..that peak on the west is the one that's the widest" not relenting his grip, Omar pointed towards the mountain

The spread of lunch seemed more inclined towards a feast than a meal serving for a single person. The only exception being that it came with a single cutlery setting. Shyly accepting the bowl of raspberries from Omar, Mohana wondered if she should request another set of silverware. The thought of talking to Dibella sporting that small a skirt made her let out a disgruntled humph.

"We don't feel like having raspberries?" Omar checked at the expression of her dissatisfaction

Shaking her head fervently Mohana partially clarified "No. uhm. not that. raspberries are great" picking on a berry she nearly swallowed it to prove her point. The idea of requesting another fork got dismissed entirely on the disquiet of having to face Dibella. Holding her bowl of the juicy fruit she turned sideways to admire the view from the window.

Through the variety of offerings of sandwiches, fries and selection of finger foods that Omar offered, she efficiently managed eating them all without the need of any silverware. Only when she heard his husky voice say "Shahe fen?" Mohana halted from accepting the deep oval dish filled with speciality pasta.

The noodles entwined with julienned vegetables lured her tummy. She curled her fingers around her drink doubtfully then puckering her lips she mumbled "Silverware? I'll message my Ethan for a fork?"

"Here" he offered her the untouched fork from their luxurious food setting

Shyly taking hold of the golden flatware Mohana twirled it in the noodles. Her lowered eyes admired his muscular arm loosing focus on the dish in her hands. Vaguely turning the fork she traced eyes over the length of his taut forearm following a vein traveling to his wrist. She saw his hand appear closer all the way until it slipped the fork from her.

Breaking from her oblivion she offered an explanation "Uhm it's hot", "You don't like hot?" wrapping the noodles around the tines of the fork he lightly blew over the bite

She gulped at the hot man besides her considering how her not liking 'hot' could even be a possibility "I..I uh the food? not hot hot, but hot", "This?" Omar checked holding the fork to her lips

Lowering her lashes to divert them from his sparkling eyes Mohana nearly swallowed the bite he offered. Taken completely off guard by his gesture she assured the him on the heat level with a "Hm"

"Hm" exchanging an acknowledgement Omar took a bite himself from the same fork

"We ..this uh we can't.. fork?" she hastily informed reporting her objection to their sharing the silverware again. Memories of her being captivated at their breakfast in the resort from a day ago made her nervously look at the lone knife on the table

"We can ask Dibella for another setting" cooling another bite Omar extended it to her lips

Her cheeks blushed a deep shade at their exchange, quickly eating the forkful, she looked outside declaring "Noh! I don't want more"