One Boy, One Chance, One Shot

Chapter 2

"Erm, Hi." I managed to say, my lip quivering. I had the very strange feeling in my gut that I had to get away from this guy, and fast. But what was I supposed to do? Bolt past him, take my keys and leave a stranger locked in my house? No. I had to find some way to get him out of here.

"So, how are you?" He said scratching the back of his neck. He dropped his head to the ground, his gaze longing the floor as a long and soft yawn escaped his lips.

"Fine. Just fine." I said, but of course I didn't mean it. I had the most terrible feeling that him here was bad, and I needed to get rid of him. How, how how? My head was ripping for ideas, and for the moment I needed him to just shut up. I couldn't get my mind on stupid small talk answers, I needed him out.

He went to the sink and stared blankly at the mirror. His body was just too much. He was perfect. I just wanted to reach in and touch him, kiss him. I felt really awkward around him, and the fact of him just standing there gave me chills. He snapped me right out if my chain of thought, and, even if I didn't know him, I no longer bothered over wanting him to leave. He was just so handsome. No wonder I woke up with him in my bed.

"So how was your night? Not too..." He bit his lip, "aggressive?" He was obviously flirting, but I liked it. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked me up and down as he shifted his weight over to his right side.

"Erm, no. I think." I managed to say between my quivering lips. It jut killed me to stand there, watching a gorgeous mystery guy check me out. He was just too much.

"Hunh. Now that's a first. Women normally," he stepped closer to me, whispering in my ear the rest, "complain."

He put a hand on my shoulder, and slowly moved his lips away from my ear. He straightened so that he inched above me, and them looked me in the eyes. Damn he had beautiful eyes. Almost like, like the ocean. Not the color but the vastness, so easily lost. Just the infinity of waves that crackle in the distance, unable to keep your eye on one as another takes it's place. I felt so small, and in one fallen swoop I was taken away, under the cold waves.

I never though I could feel so much by just gazing in the eyes of a guy. He slimmed his hands down my arms, which met on my lower back. He bent over to me, and planted a kiss on my lips. His warm touch made me come out of the icy deepness of the ocean, almost as if I jumped out. As if I was set free.

His breath caressed my cheek, and his presence made me want more. I pressed my hands to his bare chest, felling his muscles warm up. I ran my fingers up and down smoothly, making sure that my long nails wouldn't back him away.

So there I was, lot in the arms of the stranger who I've seen for the first time just and hour before.

A/N: So that's Ashley in the photo section ;)