HER

Part 8

Before our lips touched, a loud screeched of wheels impending towards us.

Xavier is quick enough to grab me on my waist and spin us away from the approaching vehicle, a racing white and black Hennessey Venom car that passed the speed limit. I didn't even know why I knew the brand of the car, I guessed it's because of Tria since she had been a car fanatic ever since we were young. That's what I like about her. She was an adventurist and liked to do new things. I could say she was a jack of all trades.

His hold sent me twirling from the middle of the street to the side part of the road where low densely branched shrub planted aesthetically.

If it were not for the trails of the lanterns spotting the green grass and bushes, I wouldn't have taken my time admiring the simple scenery of Rodden street, my home street.

At last, I calmed my faltered heart. Both of my hands laid on top of his chest. I can hear very well the loud thumping of his heart too. He was hot. No. I mean he was warm and comfy. I wish I could hug him close, feel his heat, and enveloped by his simple nearness.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip, keeping myself from becoming mortified by my aphrodisiac needs of thinking.

Was he just about to kiss me? Did I close my eyes while doing so? Did he ever wonder if I would kiss him back?

Questions piled up by questions, I still wasn't thoroughly sorted out when he caught me unaware.

Xavier kissed my forehead softly. " That was close."

I could imagine myself melting into a puddle with that little but cute thing he has done by kissing my forehead.

I stiffened. " T-thanks."

He just saved me.

And kissed my forehead.

I am not washing my forehead.

Ever.

My stomach twisted. My heart pounded in my throat.

His lips curled into a smile as he looks down at me, " Maybe some other time. "

I think I know what he was referring to the statement and it made my heart hurdled into a frantic race so I looked away and recognized my home.

Maybe some other time, I'll kiss you breathlessly.

My house wasn't that big. It wasn't that much either. It is enough to shelter and provide for my needs at night. Somehow, I have the weird feeling of what would my bed think of me while I'm away. But that is just a thought.

These past few days my overthinking doubled. Like if I have a visitor do I need to freshen my sheets, or do I need to learn cooking and stop dieting, eating the nasty white stuff that never feeds me even a bit of nutrition since Tria was gone. Commonly, the typical problem of a person living alone.

" I'm here. " We stopped by a white mailbox perched by the fences. The grass was cut clean. My house is 192 sq.m with three rooms and 2 bathrooms. One on the second floor and the other on the first floor. It is a modernized texture designed by my father since he was the architect. Brown and white were painted on the exterior.

Supposedly, it was called a family home. Used to make you feel at home even just by looking at it, I think there was one time I did, but that was when Tria was around and maybe it seemed like it is.

Now, I don't see anything magical in it than an ordinary house needing someone to make herself feel 'at home' when she just saw it as a house as a shelter.

" Well, I'll see you... tomorrow? " He breathed out, pocketed his hands on his pants, and bit his lip.

Am I truly falling of this boy's luscious lip cause every time he does that I'll be thinking inappropriately?