Unforgettable

Chapter 7

Noah Pov

    Once that annoying waitress left us, I looked at Celine. The perfect, natural light surrounded her, returning her to that angelic aura. She pulled her hair to the side and bent over, retrieving something from her bag. Immediately I imagined her turned over, with her legs spread out for me, just waiting for me to touch her. No, begging for it.

    Still in my trance, she spoke, "Where do you want to start?"

    "Anywhere, Celine," I teased, wondering if she'd take the bait.

    Her head swiveled to me while she attempted to say something, then stopped, seemingly focused on something else.

    I watched her eyes widen, and I repeated, "Anywhere."

    She fiddled with her hands, trying to distract herself, then said, "Uhm, let's start with Garcia's test."

    She quickly dived for her bag, and I had to smile at her innocence; Does she not know what I meant? I watched as she grabbed her notebook while I scooted my seat closer. We worked for a few hours, time going by too quickly.

    "Why are there so many tenses?" She was practically pulling out her hair while reading the paragraph, "Spanish shouldn't be this hard."

    God, she's adorable, "He wants us to practice different ways of saying the same word, don't worry it'll be fine, just look at the patterns," She leaned in, her eyes focused on the words, "Look at the format and how it's used," I hunched over like her, pointing out the repetitions, "See?"

    Her eyes widened, glittering as it clicked, "Oh God, I think I got it now," She turned to me, her mouth agape, "It's talking about a bird," She whispered, "A bird."

    "That wasn't so hard, was it? It just took a little bit of time is all."

    "All thanks to you and your patience," She moved back, a small blush creeping on her face as she stretched, her chest heaving.

    "Do you have a boyfriend?" I blurted out.

    She stared at me, her eyes big, "I'm sorry, what?"

    I would've let it go, but I didn't want to mess with someone already taken.

    "I asked if you had a boyfriend. Or girlfriend. Or anyone, really," I thought about her being gay, possibly crushing on Eliza.

    "No, I'm single," A cute blush rose from her cheeks, making me smile, "You?"

    "Me too. Do you like anyone?"

    Her blush grew profound, "I don't see how this correlates to studying."

    "It doesn't. I just wanted to know," I kept staring at her, making her more flustered.

    "Oh," It seemed that's all I was going to get out of her and let it go.

    "Are you busy Saturday?"

    "I'm not sure. Why?" The blush slowly subsided.

    "Chad's parents aren't home this weekend, so he's throwing a party. You should go," I hoped she'd say yes and go with me, "I could drive you since it'd be late."

    "I don't know. My parents are going on a trip, and I don't want to go without permission. I'll ask, though," I was a bit bummed but still hoped she would come.

    "Sure, it's getting pretty late. We should probably go," She nodded and pulled out her wallet.

    "What're you doing?"