The way home took much longer as usual. I did not know where we were actually. I was too tired to see where we’re going. The road, the turns seem different though. He stops the car and got out of it. He pulled me out of the car and I steadied myself. For the first time I’ve actually realised that this is his house, his home. Not my home.
He went inside and so did I. Not a good move.
“Why did you take me here?” I asked.
“What?” He asked back
“WHY DID YOU TAKE ME HERE?”
“Well you asked me to take you home.”
“I was asking you to take me back to my home.” I was furious.
“Oops. My bad”
“What about mom?” I asked “She’ll go mad!”
“Wait, your mom or my mom?” He asked
“What do you think?” I asked him back
He grabs my wrist and pulled me closer. I could feel the tension. He smells nice. That’s the only thing that came across my mind. He held me closer than he ever did. I was so startled that I no words could come out of my mouth.
“Whose mom are you asking about?” He whispered in my ear. He made that sound romantic but if you’re in my position being held like that, I swear that it’s all just terrifying like you’re being held by a stranger. I only met him several times and he acted as if we met for like several times, as if he and I are friends since the beginning of time. That’s a bond that he keeps showing. I realised that he dared to hold me that close because of the hotel incident, where I grabbed his wrist and acted like I was his girlfriend.
He was still holding me and he kept his mouth to my ears.
“Aren’t you going to answer my question?” He asked. “I can do this the whole night maybe till tomorrow morning if you like.”
“I guess both of them” I replied
“My mom would be out of town for today.” He said.
“So you’re taking this time as a chance to impress me by taking me to your home?” I challenged.
“Nope.” He denied. “I took you here because I needed you to be here.”
What did he meant by that? What did he need me for?
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“Your mom…”
“What about my mom?” I interrupted him.
“Please let me finish.” He said. I just nod. “She texted me that you should stay with me for the night.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You don’t?”
“Why should I?” I challenged “Try to convince me”
He pulled out his Blackberry and pressed several buttons then showed me the screen. My mom really did texted him.
“Wait, how did she know your number?” I asked
His face was still calm as if he expected me to ask him that.
“Your mother and I exchanged numbers a few days ago.” He explained.
“So now you’re hitting on my mother too?” I asked him
“What?”
“You know hitting.”
“Like I have a crush on her?” He raised one of his eyebrows. “Yeah right”
“Could you please loosen up the grip?” I asked him. Apparently I’m still in his arms and we are only several centimetres apart.
He loosens up the grip then pushed me. I almost fell and I was so angry to him. This maybe his house but I’m not staying here with him. So much of the hospitality.
“I want to go home.” I said
“Good luck with that.”
“I’ll be taking my chances”
I was so close into stepping out of the front door when I realised he lives not in the city but in the countryside. Its night and it’s a hell more difficult to getting to town. I went back to the living room to find him still standing on the same spot. He raised one of his eyebrows when he sees me.
“Having second thoughts?” He asked
“What do you think?”
“You can leave if you want but you can also stay and be my guest.”
“How will I take a shower?”
“I have bathrooms in this house?” He answered
“I mean the clothes!”
“Relax, your mom stored your clothes right there.” He pointed to a corner and I realised that all of that is a wardrobe. He has a wardrobe as big as my room? What!
“Geez…”
“Just take your shower.” He left me alone in the living room.
“Oh yes, your room is one floor up first to the left.” He pops his head before completely disappearing to a room.
I took a flight of stairs and entered the bathroom. I took a long steaming hot shower. I started thinking that how possibly mom could stored my clothes? It’s like every of this is being planned. I just don’t know why. Is he actually a secret agent or something like the first couple of my vision? But that didn’t seem possible. I pushed the thought apart and I know that I had to be more careful when it comes to being with him. I took the hot shower longer than I usually did and I hope it relaxes me more. I indulge myself with a soap that is made of milk, beautiful scent.
“I love this life. Love this life. Love this life. Love it.” I tried to convince myself.
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