I just nodded and looked at him again. He was very muscular, more than on the pictures and more handsome too. The sharp jawline was especially visible in the dim lights of the bar place.
-You are very beautiful.
He said suddenly looking at the gla...
His hand touched my cheek. It felt like fire that was burning my cheek alive. He was a little frustrated and maybe shocked. His hands where trembling. I was sure he was searching deep inside for the words to tell me. He has never seen something like this before, for sure. Everything seemed to be wrong to tell. No words could be complete to tell the emotions and things that went through his head at that time.
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He looked straight into my eyes again and looked for the answers. A big question was drilling him. He was pure to get these kind of things, even if they came to his head he just brushed everything away and moved on. I just didn't have any answers for him. How could I, if I didn't even have them for myself. I was empty to pieces, nothing to share. The cold look on my face was scaring him. The sign of anything inside me was somewhere else. The eyes without any life inside were looking at his face and features. He had a mole under the eye that I saw at once. His desperate eyes were firing me from the inside. He felt my breath against his face. We stood, so close to each other that he could feel my heart beat to say that I was alive. He felt perhaps some ice coffee I had before.
To his amazement I was absolutely calm. No tremor inside or out. Usually alcohol helped me to keep this calm and now it was him. His breath, it was so intimidating and hot, almost like a vanilla mixed with some alcohol that he maybe had before. He looked a little tipsy, but not a complete drunk.
He stroke into my long blonde hair, feeling the easiness on it. I allowed him to do that as if it at least calm him down a little from what he has just seen. He caressed it, I guess as a reflex because I couldn't find any other reason why he would do that.
He had the brown eyes, and long, hair up to shoulders but it suited him so much I couldn't but stare on it. He was a little taller than me but not that much. He was slim but in oversize closes that matched his personality a lot. He looked as a mess, but a hot mess. It all I could say from the view as it was almost a midnight and the darkness was filling not only me but the night city. The rooftop was a very calming place for me always to look for but at this time I found it to be filled with his presence and it was a lot for me. He felt big at that moment for me. I felt like he interrupted the moment I gave for myself.
-Why?
Finally, he asked not being able to find the answer in my eyes. He felt the coldness coming from me. It was like fire fighting with the ice or trying to convince it must be a water when it will never melt as it was made so.
My eyes magnified him completely. He lost himself and already wasn't controlling himself and drilling into them. I had a mole in my eye and I guess he was figuring it out. The thing which I got from the mom. Absolutely killing eyes. I heard a lot of times people asking me if I wore lenses and it made my ego rise a lot. Blue with a brown mole inside of the left eye. They could do a lot. I could speak only with my eyes. But now they were lost into the tall man opposite. I put myself together.
