I decided to dress casually to work today, some baggy jeans, a sleeveless top and my heels. I couldn't posibbly wear my sneakers since they would have made me shorter. I remembered how dressed to kill I was on my first day and grimaced.
I had come to love the bus I was taking to and from work, and deep down, I had hoped I would see the man of my dreams. Ever since I met him, he became an image embedded in my thoughts. Those striking blue eyes and golden flares that danced around his irises would always make me want to come through. Today, I hoped I would see him.
I boarded the bus, and sat at my usual seat. I plunged my earpods in as always, getting lost in my playlist within no time. Come through by Summer walker boomed in my ears and I couldn't be any more happier. I loved Summer Walker. I hummed to the lyrics, too engrossed by the song to notice the handsome hunk seated beside me. It was only when he took my earpod again that I noticed his presence.
I looked at him dreamily as I watched his brows furrowing as he listened to my music.
"Hakuna Matata," he said, as he turned towards me, "This one is better than the other one. I like it."
I smirked at him. "Look who finally appeared."
He gave me a cute smile. "Flower, were you always waiting for me?"
"Wha-what? Did I say finally? Agh!"
"You don't have to hide it. Just say you into me."
I scoffed. "No."
"If you say it I might give you my number," he winked.
"Hey, slow down. Who says I want you number."
He quirked a brow, "Sure."
"Okay fine. You look... ravishing. Splendid, fabulous - it's as if you are something out of this world. I wanna spend my life staring at you. Marry me, please?"
Okay, I just said that inside me head. So I settled for exchanging pleasantries. "I'm Serenity. You can just call me Rene."
"Maverick."
I rolled my eyes. "Where are your manners?"
"Huh? Let me see....I must have left them at home. Wanna go get them?" He retorted.
"No thanks, you might be a serial killer for all we know."
"Ow! I'm wounded. Do I look like one? I thought I was devilishly sexy." He said dramatically.
Oh man! You are.
"Careful, I don't want to be infected with your ego."
He looked over at my outfit and frowned. "Where are you going dressed like that?"
"Work."
"What about the other day?"
"Work. I am an interior designer," I chuckled lightly. "That day, it was my first time reporting, and I dressed officially because I thought first impression mattered. Turns out i was overdressed."
"For real? You looked like a sexy boss lady though, I found that quite appealing."
"Really?"
"Yeah...almost made me," he scooted closer, "do this." His face kept inching closer to mine, and the way he looked at my lips, made them get dry. My tongue slipped through my mouth to moisten them.
I closed my eyes when I felt his breath fanning my face, and he smelled of mint. His lips grazed mine slightly and I let out a shaky breath. What was this sexy stranger doing to me?
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Smooches and Serenity
Fantasía"The things I want to do to you might keep me out of heaven. Let my tongue explain how bad I crave you," He said looking at me with so much intensity, and all I could hear was the rapid beats of my heart. "Please," I panted. The feeling was too much...