The Man with the Beautiful Voice

The Day on The Bus

Patrick's POV
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When Corey and I arrived in the bus nine of guys were there so I decided to make her comfy.

"Would you like any water or perhaps something to drink?" I asked.

"No thank you, I'm good." She relied.

I sat next to her and turned on the TV. Sitting next to her gave me this warm feeling inside like I was falling in love with her. She was so beautiful watching her sit there with her long wavy brown hair that was very long, her perfect shaped body. Then I started to realize she saw me staring at her.

"Are you ok?, she asks with a giggle.

She laughed when she saw me blush.

"Yeah I just find so beautiful and perfect."

Wow! I can't believe I just said that. But before I could say anything else I felt the warm touch of her soft olive toned skin touching my hair as she went in for a kiss.

"I'm so sorry I don't mean to make you uncomfortable." She said softly.

"I am enjoying the moment. Don't pull away now it was just getting good." I say as I went towards her.

Then, before I knew it out lips were locked together and not leaving. I felt my hand crawl up her back and he move closer into my chest. That was as far as it went until Pete walked on to the bus.

"Hey Pat-"

As he saw what was happening, he walked off the bus said he had to go get the rest of the band.

"Patrick?" Corey asked after Pete walked off.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Here's my number call me after the rest of the show tonight, ok?" She said as she was writing her number on my arm.

"Of course!"

"Well I should probably go now, my friends are probably wondering where I am." She said before pecking me on my cheek.

"Ok! Well I miss you already." I replied like we had known each other for years.

She walked off and I stared down at my arm punching her number into my phone and saving her contact.