Fragments of Us

21: Ella

First day, and I'm already enjoying it here. Mostly because I love teasing that breath-taking, famished angel sitting not far away from where I stood. I let out a sigh while looking at her, innocently enjoying her meal.

"Did my food enjoy her meal?"

I whispered from behind. I obviously startled her.

"Could that get even louder?"

She glared at me again.

"You're so hot when you're angry, really."

Fuck, why did I spill that?

"What? Do you ever shut up?"

She turned her head to face me, and our faces were just an inch away from each other.

"Make me."

I dared her.

I didn't expect her to immediately answer, but I almost fainted when she closed the gap between us by biting my lower lip.

I felt her smile, and she walked out on me, leaving me frozen on my spot.

I paid for our food and followed her. Her hair's tied up. I can't.

"You look even prettier with your hair tied up."

She complimented her.

"Stop flattering me."

She scoffed.

"But you know what's even prettier when tied up?"

She leaned in too. Just like what I did earlier. I'm now inhaling her scent.

"Me."

I gulped as I heard her words.

"Being tied by you."

She cornered me on a wall, and I obviously couldn't do anything but look up to her because of our height difference.

"Won't you like that?"

She's now really pinning me to the wall.

"Me being tied up while you do the things you want to do with me, and all I could do is helplessly moan your name and beg for more?"

She whispered again as she nibbled on my ear.

I tried my best to get out of the position she put me in. I'm all turned on right now.

"You're flushing, Miss De Jesus."

She teased me.

"Now, we're even."

She smirked at me.

"That's not fair."

My voice was shaking, just like my knees.

"What's not fair, Miss De Jesus?"

Feisty Jema is waving again.

After a short walk, we sat on a park bench, just enjoying the silence.

"Where do you stay while working with my cousin?"

I asked her.

Fuck, does this girl even have the slightest idea how my heart's been hammering my chest just because of her presence?

"At Bea's."

She plainly replied.

"Well, maybe we could arrange that."

I said that, having one of the most hasty ideas I'll have.

"Arrange what?"

She turned to face me.

"No, you're not."

Jema must have gotten the idea that I'm cooking.

"Yes, I will."

I stood up and faced her down.

"I'm not staying under one roof with you, you perverted moron."

She shouted at me as I walked away from her.

"Ouch?"

I laughed as I saw her reaction. She's definitely the perfect definition of a walking high blood pressure.