CENZO |18+

07|Involuntary Response

Louise

It's Saturday and I've finally gathered the strength and willpower to go grocery shopping. It takes everything in me to actually get dressed and drive to the store. I would've been here with Kath and Jenny but Kath is working this time of day and Jenny has her head buried in the work her new boss gave her.

When I woke up today, I had very little strength to clean my room, but when I started, it ended up being a whole general cleaning. Two hours later, I ended up at the grocery store, stuck in the cereal aisle for what felt like forever.

So here I am, standing before 20 options of Cereals because Jenny told me to grab any. Who says that?  Now being the self cautious person that I am, I've been standing here 10minutes reading through different boxes to just find the one I think she might like.

I have exactly 40 minutes to get done here and meet up with Janice, my realtor. She showed me two beautiful homes last week and I asked her for something a-little more..... old school.

It's hard to find a house without an open plan these days. I mean, forgive me if I like to have the smell of fish in the kitchen rather than spread out in an open plan living room/ kitchen. If I like the one Janice plans on showing me today, we well be moving in next week.

"You've been standing here a while, need help?" A familiar voice offers.

Enzo.

"I don't know, do you work here?" I ask with a smile, turning to look at him.

He looks nice. I like that he doesn't have to try so hard to look so fine. Today he has on a a black suit that looks like it was custom made for his perfect body. I mean, with money like his, all his suits are probably custom made. On his feet, he has on black leather Chelsea boots and he smells good as usual. He looks neat and delicious, making my oversized Brooklyn T-shirt and Jean shorts look like it's laundry day.

A chuckle that escapes his lips has my heart pounding out of my ears. How do you get a perfect laugh like that? It has to be years of practice because no one I know has that sound built in when they were born.

He takes me in quickly and I don't miss his lips twisting into a smile.

"Looking beautiful as always Louise" he compliments me leaning in close to kiss my cheek without laying a finger on me.

But the fucking Heat.

The moment his lips grazed my cheek, these goddamn involuntary response had to show up. I'm mixed race, my mother was white, and I'm talking Snow White kind of white. My father however was black, from France, so my skin tone is pretty bright. Which make this situation even worse because he can see the crimson creep up to my cheeks.

I'm embarrassed, so what do I do, bite the corner my fucking lip. The moment my teeth captured the corner my bottom lip, I swear, his pupils dilated. But his body language does nothing to show me what his eyes just revealed , which makes me question if I did indeed see his pupils dilate.

"Hey baby" He says right before he licked his full lips. Putting one hand in his pants pocket while the other grazes his brow with his thumb, i realise he was affected too.

"Hie Vincenzo, Are you following me?" I ask drawing another smile from him. He smiles a lot and for someone who is supposed to be dangerous, he sure is adorable.

"Cute, why didn't you call?"  He asks, just ripping off the band aid.

"Straight to the point I see." I say letting out a breathy laugh. His eyes haven't left mine the whole time. "I was going to call" I say avoiding his eyes , because i know if I do, I'll melt this instant.