The Touch

The Glimpse

HIS POV:

She is looking ravishing. Foxy. Enticing. Insatiable.
She has dressed herself like this, Absofuckinglutely intentionally. And she has decided to come in front of me in this attire, with all her unsure assumptions.
I am amused as well as excited at the same time.
Amused by the fact, that she hasn't changed a bit. Her sense of calculation, her perspective of analysing all of my left-behind hints, and most importantly her memory.

She still remembers me. I didn't expect that out of everything else.

Okay. It's time.

I pick up the phone and text her.
'L'Atieler, terrace' I type and hit the send button.

Her phone chimes and I watch her expression change over the screen.

She is nervous.

'7:30 pm' I type hit the send button again and look at the screen.

She smirks at my text.
Okay. Her confidence is back.

The mirror has been too perfect in position for me to see her clear reflection. I swear, sometimes my not-so-calculated ideas prove out into something so fucking useful.

I grin at my assumptions.

She gets up and adjusts her dress pulling the dress a little lower in the cleavage area. She sees herself in the mirror one more time adjusting her earrings, the only thing she doesn't ever.......ever let go off.

Those are her mother's last gift. And most importantly my only way of getting.....to see her.
I know she has zero clue about how is someone getting through her highly sensitive security system. How would she?
Hadn't she opened those earrings that night and kept it on the table, hadn't she left her window open , nothing would have been possible.
I know she'll never leave them behind no matter where she goes or what she wears o who she is with. I remember, she always mentioned about how precious those earrings were for her.

And now?
They are precious to me the same way they are....for her.

The minute she closes the door of her room and leaves. I immediately close my laptop and get up. I need to reach there before she does and make sure everything is absolutely okay.

I get into the car and connect my earpiece to the laptop. Even if I can't see her , I need to hear her.

Even a minute now feels like shit if i cannot be in contact with her. I don't need her to know aboyhow weak I am to her, but I can't resist myself from being near her and not allowing her to recognise me.
I know I won't reveal myself tonight, the way she is expecting me to. 

I finally arrive at the gates of the location. I pull the tints down on the window and put on the mask.

That's the most important part. I don't have to dress up into suits and blazers. I don't need additions to my attire for her to recognise me. Because I won't let her recognise me. I put on my black eye lenses.

It's 7:27 pm and she still hasn't arrived. The location isn't this distant for her to come late. And she is the most perfectionist girl I have ever came accross in my life till date. While 3 minutes would pass with a snap of fingers for others , she would almost wrap up her business meeting in the 180 seconds if she intends to.
I have been hearing her talk to Aiden, since I got out of my home. She has made a few calls regarding her appointments tomorrow. So I am sure she is safe.

The alarm goes off on my phone as soon as the clock strikes 7:30pm. I immediately open the call log and I am about to press the call button when a car honks at the gate and stops. A few seconds after the car stops it's engine, Aiden comes out and opens the door.

And there comes out, the addiction of my life.

The silky skin of her calf shines through the long cut  on her dress. Her hairs are perfectly set up in a loosely tied bun with the curls hanging on either side of her forehead. The Dior is so strong, that I can smell her from this distance. The velvet red cindrella heels are a perfect contrast to her height and attire. The matte finish of her red lipstick on her lips looks so rich and is perfectly contributing to the glow. The mascara on her lashes , is adding the prominence on her eyes making them look darker. The overall feminine energy of her presence is itself a magnet.

Everyone is starting at her. As if the world has stopped. As if the clock has stopped ticking to admire her beauty. Each single person on the street has paused to quench their thirst of seeing a walking beauty. The gatekeepers do not have their attention on who's leaving or entering the area anymore. The receptionist has forgot to note down the names of the customers waiting in the queue. The people on the street have forgot their destination and are waiting for the beauty to go out of their sight so that they can resume their pace.

And me? I am staring at the wildness of her appearance. Spellbound. Surprised to see her from such a close distance.

I walk up to the car and stop at the reception counter  to stand behind her at a distance of just 10 metres and no more.
If she had any idea about who I am, I am sure she would have turned to see me. She would have felt my presence on her skin.

A known presence.

But she doesn't and she isn't to be blamed for this. I haven't yet allowed her to know the identity of this mysterious stalker in her life.

She takes a step ahead and stops suddenly, and before I could assume about her next move, she suddenly turns.

My mask is down. Fuck.

Almost at a speed faster than light, I immediately shift my whole body behind the car parked on the roadside.

Fuck. Holy shit.

I know I was fast enough, but I also know that she has sensed something that made her turn back. And then although it lasted for 1/100th of a second,, our eyes did lock with each other.
She didn't come up, so maybe she.... didn't..... recognise me.....