Foreign Love

Attraction

My breath was now coming in pants, I was terrified. It was dark and I couldn't see anything. I couldn't hear anything other than my racing heart and my heavy breaths. I could still feel him near me.

"Shhhh.... I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." He said in an almost inaudible whisper.

I could feel him come near me. I tried moving back, but it was futile, I was already against the wall. My hands were at my sides, he held my hands, gently caressing upwards to my shoulders. I could feel his breath hot on my face; I could feel him staring at me. I had no idea how he could see in pitch darkness. He seemed to know exactly where I was and in what position.

He gently placed one of his hands on my cheek, while the other was placed gently on my back. He wiped away the tears that were falling down my cheeks with his thumb. I hadn't even realised I had been crying. He kissed my forehead, and then moved to my left cheek, my right cheek, and then down to my chin, he planted feathery kissed along my jawline, to my collarbone, he then moved upward to my neck. As he kissed me I don't why, but I wasn't afraid, I felt like everything that was happening was right. In fact I felt like kissing him back. I knew what I was feeling for this person was wrong, God, I didn't even know who he was, yet I felt so attracted to him.

I could feel my pulse in my neck beat against the touch of his lips. He was kissing me softly on my neck. He then suddenly stopped and abruptly pulled away, I don't know why but I didn't want him to stop, I felt sort of rejected when he pulled away. We both stood in silence for what felt like hours. I could hear him breathing a little heavy now.

"Who are you?" I whispered, breaking the silence.

He came up close to me again, I took in the smell of his after shave mixed with his cologne, and he really did smell good. I could feel his breath hot on my face again. He didn't say anything, but I could feel his stare piercing though my eyes. He then inched closer so our noses were touching I closed my eyes taking in his scent, it was intoxicating for me, he then planted a passionate, yet gentle kiss on my lips. The next thing I knew the door was opened and he was gone.

I was left standing in the spandrel alone. I was still standing against the wall, shocked, astounded and breathless. What just happened?

Who was he? Why did I like what just happened? Why didn't I want him to leave? Why was I attracted to someone whom I haven't even seen?

Questions were rising in my head. Questions that I didn't have any answers to.

So much had happened in one day here, not even a fraction had happened in my entire life back home. I was afraid, and to be truly honest pretty excited too. Who knows what was to happen in the next month?

I then realised that I was sitting and thinking when I should run out and see if I could find who was with me in the spandrel.

I ran out of the library, I looked every place where my mystery kisser could be, but there was no one to be seen. How could I be so stupid, instead running after him I was sitting and thinking?

The bell signalling the end of the day rang and the halls started filling up, students coming out of their classrooms.

"Hey Tia." I turned around to face a smiling Jen.

"Hey Jen." I replied with a poor smile.

"So how was your first day of American school?" asked Jen making finger apostrophes at the word American.

I chuckled in a sarcastic way and replied, "Let's just say it was definitely a day I wouldn't ever forget."

We made our way to Jason's car, Jason was already there chatting with two guys. I really didn't want to meet anyone else right now, so I decided to sit in the car and wait 'till Jason was done socializing. As I was about to open the car door Jason called out to me, "Hey Tia."