"I can't have you, but I have dreams." —Brandi Carlile
I want more as I kiss her like this, feeling her body against mine. So my hand glides up her thigh, with her pants covering her legs. I am a gentleman. I am a gentleman. I repeat to myself.
She returns my hard and deep kisses by sliding her tongue into my mouth. I Inhale deeply as her lips engulf mine and our tongues collide.. A surge of controlling behavior rushes into me, sweeping me into madness.
Suddenly a loud drumming sound appeared. What the hell.
I ignored it for the first 2 minutes but it kept on snoozing.
Snoozing? That means it is an alarm...So I must be, "dreaming" I say as I open my eyes.
Goodness, was that all a dream? I chuckle so long that I sound like a maniac.
I press the tips of my fingers against my temples and rub my head. I've never smiled so hard in my life. But.. the woman.. I didn't see her face. WHO IS SHE.
WHO IS SHE.WHO IS SHE.WHO IS SHE.WHO IS SHE.
After one hour of fighting with my memory, I finally move, I remove the sheets from my body and.. "Great." I muttered.
My bed is wet. Super wet. Are you some sort of horny teenager Noah?
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I head toward the office immediately after washing the bed sheet. Just thinking about it makes me want to laugh at myself again."Andrei" I hear a gruff voice behind me.
I turn around and see my boss standing in front of his room. "Yes sir?"
He points his office at me. "Now."
Oh no. Obviously I did something wrong. He is staring at me with the 'You're dead to me' eyes.
I watch him looking down at me as I sit. "First of all. I received a report containing you not doing your JOB PROPERLY!" he shouts in my ear.
My poor eardrums.
"But...." he pauses, I stare at him, waiting... "I heard you protected him in the club... So good job."
Club? I did not even watch him.
I was watching couples touching each other, with Hannah.
"I did not call you to appreciate your work but to discuss to you that your job is done."
Did I hear that right?
Done? So no more Austine, no more Greek club, no more Jay...no more Hannah?
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I don't know why I am here but I just want to see her."Hannah?" I say.
Her apartment door was open... again. When will she learn to always lock the door?
I let myself in, I'm sure I can explain why I just entered like that. As I went inside I heard someone snoring.
I went to her bedroom.
Hannah... What is this? I say as I look around.
First money... then drugs?
I left her apartment with a pain in my chest. Hannah is a good person, maybe she needs someone that'll help her become better.
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Today we are eating in a yacht in.. whatever ocean this is. I bring Hannah with me hoping I can ask her condition.
"So you're Hannah, how old are you again------mom" I scolded my mother. Giving her the don't embarrass me eye.
She quietly chuckles, "Well honey if you're my little boy's friend, then welcome to the family. Don't be shy, okay..?" She takes her hands and smoothly taps with her palms.
"Thank you." Hannah replies with a polite smile.
"By the way, where the hell is your sister? Is she planning to have fun with herself and her imbecile boyfriend?"
"Mom, stop saying imbecile." I scolded her, I saw her head turn down uh oh. "Even if he is." I said, trying to lighten up the mood.
"Well don't be late, okay. Be here before the wedding starts."
I nod at her.
"Thank you for inviting me here again." She whispers.
I smile at her. "It's my pleasure."
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After supper we went our own ways. Mom and dad head for the reception place. My sister is nowhere to be found and Hannah is in her room.Or maybe not.
I opened her room and found the dress I bought lying on the bed.I imagine what she would look like in the dress. Her waist hugging it as her rapture-gray eyes flashes mine.
I waited for 5 hours outside her door. A thought came to me as I finally left and went to my own room "I am her protector. I'll be there guiding her wherever she goes."
A part of me asks, why do you I put too much effort to her. Do I feel obligated? Do I want to change her so badly? Am I just making a fool of myself?
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Love You Till My Heart Crash
RomanceI don't want to love her. But I did. I don't want to hurt her. But I did. I guess they were right, The person we love the most Is the person who will hurt the most. Noah In 24 years of my existence, I never thought my life would be a teenage dram...