Preath Oneshots

Enthralled

I couldn't stop myself from looking over my laptop at this beautiful woman for what must have been the tenth time this hour. I know it's getting to a point that's frankly sad...but the way she looks, it's impossible to look away. Her jawline is sharp like glass, but her face is so soft like cotton candy. I can't stop myself drifting into a daydream, where I sit in front of her and cup her face in my hands so gently. Then I lean in so slow, taking my time to make sure I don't mess it up, our lips meet in a soft embrace, my raspberry lip-gloss transferring onto her lips, hers onto mine...

"Christen!" I'm snapped from my thoughts by the lecturer at the front of the room, his face screwed up in an unhappy knot.

"Sorry, I was lost in thought," I replied sheepishly as I felt my cheeks burn hotter, my classmates were all looking in my direction, but the only set of eyes I cared about were still looking down at her laptop. I sighed loudly, falling in love with a straight girl, who would have thought.

I stared back down at my laptop, running my fingers over the tops of the keys softly, listening to the almost silent clacking sound that they made. Something drew my eyes upwards and in the direction of the artwork of a woman I had previously been lost in, except this time her eyes met mine.

I felt my heartrate increase as she smiled softly, little dimples forming on her cheeks. I panicked and returned my attention to my laptop, placing my palms on my flushed cheeks. Oh my god she definitely caught me that time. Damn it.

I felt like I was back in high school, stealing glances at my latest crush, except I wasn't a child and this wasn't high school. I tried desperately to concentrate on my work, but classical Greek art all of a sudden wasn't so interesting when the real art was sitting across the room.

I felt my phone vibrate quietly in my pocket, I glanced at the lecturer who was now writing on the whiteboard before slipping the device from my pocket. It was a text notification from a number I didn't have stored.

*Unknown Number: Whatcha staring at?*

I looked around the room, who else had their phones out? Had someone else caught me being some sort of soppy stalker? Oh, oh no, what if it was her?

*Christen: Tobin?*

I watched the woman from my seat as she picked up her phone, turning to give me a soft smile before she typed something, as she put her phone down mine buzzed again. It was her.

*Unknown Number: Was that an answer to my question, or were you asking your own question? ;) (But yes, I got your number from Megan)*

I didn't know if I should thank Megan or throw my textbooks at her, maybe if they weren't so expensive.

*Christen: A bit of both...sorry I was daydreaming*

I wasn't technically lying to her, I was daydreaming...I was just daydreaming about her, and what she'd feel like in my arms, and what her lip-gloss would taste like. God that's weird, I shook my head quickly, trying to dislodge the thoughts of the beautiful woman sitting across the room. Try as I might, I couldn't get rid of the lingering thoughts, they were like some sort of invasive species, plaguing my otherwise unoccupied mind.

*Tobin: My lip-gloss is strawberry flavoured if that helps*

How did she even know? Is she flirting? Am I making things that obvious? Jesus christ my cheeks feel hot.

*Tobin: I can see you blushing from here*

*Christen: I'm not blushing, it's just hot in here*

*Tobin: Chris...it's like 23⁰C in here*

Chris? I like that, I like that a lot...She can call me whatever she wants, even if she's technically outsmarting me right now. I took the risk of lifting my head from my laptop once more, I was greeted with the most beautiful pair of eyes that I have ever had the pleasure of looking into. I couldn't care less that she'd caught me again, because this time she was looking first.