Beautiful risks

Hello sweetheart

Dinner was great. There was 3 of us, Lisa and her husband Marco, I helped Marco wash up after dinner, and we talked about my aspirations, and how I wanted to write. I was surprised how good their English was, I guess that's why the school chose them as my family for 3 months.

The room I was staying in was big, a lot bigger than my one in London, it had a double bed in the corner of the room, and a big window with a ledge. The walls were white and the floor was cold against my feet, I had finished packing and was lying on the bed reading, 'the song of Achilles' it was late, around 1am, I always seem to lose track of time when I read. I put the book away and got up to get some water before I went sleep.

The shorts I slept in, were definitely short, and the white vest I wore thinly hugged my breasts, my nipples slightly visible through thanks to the chill in the house. I took the steps quickly, eager to get back to my room and satisfy the tiredness that the trip had given me.

"I'm never going to get use to the size of this house" I mumbled to myself.

My fingers reached for a cupboard- it was spices; cinnamon, basil, sage. I shut the cupboard. Fifth time lucky, I open a cupboard to the left of the spices, bingo.

"I don't believe we've met"

I jump, turning around and dropping the glass I had only just picked up. I awaited the sound of glass breaking, but nothing came.

"And you are?" his voice was deep laced with a beautiful french accent.
My glass was in his hand, and he leaned lazily against the counter. My breath caught.

Dark hair, close to black, and these piercing blue eyes stared at me, awaiting an answer. this was bad, really bad.

Blush crept up into my cheeks, as I tried to pull down the shorts and withhold my dignity. But god he was hot. I internally smiled at what ellie would say right now.

"I'm Calista" my voice sounded weak and I just wanted to get out of here, the air was suffocating.

"Owens right, cute shorts" he smirked to himself. I'm guessing he knew my full name from his mum. My face felt hot, I just know whatever blush was here before was now tripled. His smile grew further, which began to irritate me.

"You must be Elias" I said holding his eye contact. I wasn't going to let him have the satisfaction of my crimson cheeks.

"J'aime la façon dont tu dis mon nom"
*I like the way you say my name*

God I really should have studied more in french class. I could work out he said 'I like'
I probably looked like such an idiot, staring at him like this dumb little girl who came on a french exchange trip and could only say swear words in french, and I don't think telling him to 'go suck a dick' or 'you little bitch' will help me now.

"I don't know what you said, but I'm really tired so I'm going to head to bed, it was nice meeting you" I was rambling. I didn't even care about this glass of water, I just needed to leave.

"Goodnight Owens" I was tempted to correct him, I hate people using my second name, but I wanted to cut this chit chat short, I'm sure I can survive being called Owens to get out of this conversation.

I nodded to him and turned to walk back up the stairs, I was keenly aware of the exposed skin the short material couldn't cover, and before I turned the corner I threatened a look at those ice blue eyes. He was staring, but not at my face, I was annoyed.

"Eyes to yourself Caron" I also knew his full
Name, maybe those papers about where and who I was staying with did come in handy.

With our conversation clearly over I headed back to my room. Opening the door and shutting it behind me. I leaned my forehead against the door and breathed deeply. I had been here for what, 7 hours and my heart rate had already skyrocketed. Although to be fair for me, I had definitely won that weird intense conversation, though he probably thought different.

I climbed into the sheets, which felt so soft against my skin, and I almost passed out right then, I hadn't realised how tired I was, as soon as my head hit that pillow I was out. Stubbornly trying to keep any trace of blue eyes out of my head was harder then I thought.