Under His Touch - JJK

Chapter 1

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What's better than an evening walk by the sea shore?
It feels so refreshing and relaxing after a long tiring day. Even better with my shoes in my hand as the sand gets squished in and out of my toes.

It is strange being here all by myself without anyone I know.

I know my father has been here planty of times, but he is too busy to tell me what an amazing place this is. Not that he has ever told me about any other places he has visited anyway. He is too busy for that.

Sure I did end up travelling with him sometimes, but this feels so different, and I'm so happy he decided for me to come here and do the job on my own.

At the same time I'm surprised he took the risk to send me here, alone. So far away from home.

The sound of the waves crashing in the distance while the palm trees are gently blowing in the wind, are taking my attention for better. I end up sitting there in the sand for another hour, that's when I decide to make my way to the nearest bar.

I can hear the music and people laughing, having fun. I wish I had friends to spent my nights like this, here in Miami.

I order a drink and observe my surroundings. People are dancing all around, with colorful lights illuminating the scene as the stars sparkle above.

It's amazing how different everything is compared to Colorado. I can't help but wonder what life would be like if I lived here.

While I was lost in my thoughts, someone passed by and sat on the opposite end of the bar, abruptly bringing me back to reality.

He's slumped in his chair, his tie loosened and hanging haphazardly around his neck. His hair is sticking out in all directions, with strands falling over his forehead and into his eyes. He looks tired, like he just finished a long day at work.

Am I checking him out? Oh yes. He definitely deserves all the attention. He looks a little older than what I'm usually attracted to. Can't help it, he is handsome. I freeze a bit when he catches me gazing at him, but I can't tear my eyes away.

He takes a sip of his drink without averting his gaze, seemingly expecting me to be the first to break eye contact from his intense stare. But I continue to lock eyes with him.

He looks away.

For a moment I was lost. It was like those teenage years when my crush would catch my gaze in the school hallways. I haven't felt that in years, and I want that again.

I regret I didn't put a better effort on my appearance. I look like shit.

Few minutes pass and he won't look my way, as if he is avoiding me. But I don't care, all I can do is stare at him. A God's gift to women. That's what he is.

It's no surprise that he's catching the eye of not just me. I can feel the competition heating up as two girls walk over to him, gently touching his arm and flashing their smiles.

But I can't see his lips moving, which indicates that he's not responding to whatever they're saying to him.

That's when he looks up at me again, smirking.

Really?

This time I'm the one looking away.

After a few seconds, I see the two girls walking away from him after they realize he is not going to give them the attention they wanted.

But if he thinks he is going to get rid of me that easily, he is wrong. When our eyes meet again, I smile and he smiles back. But I'm not gonna go hover over him like the other girls. I will make him come to me.