the fate played

19 - close to them

Chris Langford

I was so close on having the taste of the lips of that pretty lady who is engaged to me but the stupid call ruined my chance.

I never meant to take any sort of advantage or try my hands on Hailey if she doesn't wants to and I would never ever do any sort of shit like that not just to her or even anybody else, but when I tucked that loose strand of -black hair with golden strips- behind her ear and grabbed the side of her face I lost it. Also when she leaned on my touch and my stupid self-took that as a green flag and I brought my face towards her and placed my lips on hers.

I was about to increase the area or amount of touch our lips had and was about to suck, pull, chew on for once even though slightly and bite on those rose petal lips when my fucking phone decides to jump in and be like 'it's Britney bitch'.

The call was fake, someone trying to mess with me. Dude not the right time though. But what happens next had me frown slightly. There was a weird and creepy text message from some unknown number

Your time is up, Langford. See you soon, kid.

Which bastard thinks he can fuck with me and I won't find out? They don't understand that I've known for the fact that my life is in danger from a year back. Those empty threats mean shit to me. If I survived a car crash, hit on my head twice then nothing will go easy for the person trying to come for me.

I drop back the phone in my pocket and turnaround to see Hailey at her previous place looking ahead at the ocean. The dim rays of moonlight making her side glow, sharpening her features and giving a twinkling effect.

Can I complete what we were doing before the stupid shitty call?

Oh how I wish I could complete that, but fuck ! I went back to my place and she turns to face me, "Is everything okay?" "yeah, someone trying to mess up,nothing else", I reply to her question. She nods and turns back to front.

The situation was starting to get awkward because before call I was about to have her lips in mine, but this type of silence sounds dangerous. In my peripheral vision I see her biting her lower lip for 2-3 times and again I was thinking I should just use my lips and pull out that lower lip of her from her teeth.

Unwillingly, I throw my rational thoughts in the water in front of us and clear my throat, "I think we should head back it's getting late." She acknowledges my statement, "yeah sure", with that we gather ourselves and were back on the road.

This time, without me instructing Hailey had her hands around me during the ride. I hope that doesn't give her any sort of idea about how fast my heart was beating. What goes wrong with my heart's system around her? She also had her chin almost touching my shoulder and I liked it so much I might just throw my car in a furnace and use my bike only, if she promises more bike rides.

We were almost 2-3 blocks away when I hear her speak or more like scream for me being able to hear, "Can we stop for ice-cream?" I gave a nod and changed the direction. We stopped in front of an ice-cream truck and hopped off the bike I was about to ask her but she turns to me, "Which one would you like?" Honestly I don't like sweets but somehow I didn't wanted to refuse her so I just let it flow, "I'll have vanilla", she nods once and leaves.

I wasn't going to let her pay but she was quicker than me to jump in. I'd notice her overt obsession for ice-cream, like she has this habit or more like pattern of picking up ice-cream flavours. Sometimes it'll be vanilla with chocolate syrup or cookies&cream or strawberry, sometimes pistachio or butterscotch but many a times it's been chocolate or chocolate chips. I was not able to figure out her mood in terms of the flavour of ice-cream she picks but I guess these are her favourites.