Damn. She was a sorceress who had put some type of spell on me. For the first time ever, I was having trouble enjoying the rest of the episodes of my favorite Netflix series.
I never believed I would fall for someone like this. It's true I was falling for every other girl as I haven't had the courage to speak to them. Almost all my friends had girlfriends. Every time I see them with their girlfriends or when I see their couple posts on Instagram, I just keep getting desperate to find the love of my life. Yes. Desperate. I have been becoming a hopeless romantic.
Sarah's face keeps popping up in front of my eyes. I wish I could go to the basement and start a conversation with her, but I don't have that fucking courage. All I know is that I want her. Badly.
She looked stunning in a gorgeous white overcoat over a blue maxi dress. It suited her perfectly well-maintained physique. Her face was glimmering with almost no makeup, and her neck-long hair made her look even prettier.
I stood up from the sofa. I turned around and looked at the stairs. I stepped forward and swiftly backed up. A few sweat beads appeared on my face as I was getting nervous. I wanted to talk to her. I didn't want to let her go. I again tried to walk to the basement, but then stopped instantly as I heard Mom saying, "It's done. Check it out in the mirror if it's perfect or if you want it thinner than this."
"Wow!" said Sarah. "You're awesome. It's perfect. Just as I wanted. I will always come here from now on."
I smiled hearing her.
"I'm glad you liked it," said Mom. "You're always welcome here. It'll be my pleasure."
I was excited because I would see her often here. Maybe once a month or maybe twice a month. I don't know, but I was feeling like flying in the sky. Actually, there was another kind of feeling as well. It was something different I never felt before looking at any other girl. That feeling was rushing through my veins and making me want her ASAP ... before someone else take her away from me.
"Let's proceed back to the living room and have some food," said Mom.
My heartbeat paced. OMG! OMG! She's coming back up here. Don't act like a fool. Talk like a man.
"Thank you for the formality, but we will proceed home," said Mrs. Luna. "It's already three o'clock. I will need some time to cook dinner as well."
"That's even great. Stay here," said Mom. "We will have dinner together tonight."
"Thank you so much, but there is no need for it," said Mrs. Luna. "Sarah also won't eat. She needs to go to her friend's birthday party."
"Then you must stay here," said Mom. "What will you do alone at home? You know what? ... I will invite Mrs. Rodriguez from next door as well. We will have our small kitty party or get-together, or whatever you want to call it."
"I think you should stay here," said Sarah. "You have been working so hard for me and yourself. Give some happy time to yourself as well."
"Aw!" said Mom and Mrs. Luna in unison.
Then I didn't hear anything for the next few minutes. It was possible that Mrs. Luna and Sarah were exchanging a warm hug of love, or Mrs. Luna was pampering her head feeling proud of her daughter, or she was kissing her forehead. Whatever was happening ... All I can say is that Sarah touched my heart with her words. I was also feeling proud of her. She made me realize she was the one I was looking for. A beauty with a brain and a good heart.
"Thank you!" said Mrs. Luna. "I think we should get going upstairs now."
"Absolutely," said Mom.
Then I heard their footsteps nearing the stairs.
I rushed to the sofa and sat watching TV. I had missed a lot of details from the episode, so technically I was just pretending to watch the episode. And as they were walking up the stairs, I was trying to suppress my emotions, more particularly my diffidence as I was getting nervous more and more with their every step.
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