Mocha In Love

Mocha

♧M.o.c.h.a♧

"To feel, to love, to lie."

What was hidden behin those gorgeous brown eyes. What was running inside that mind if yours. What secrets lies deep within. Who was the master to your destiny. Who whispered to you when you cried and how often do you let them inside..

The question was an answer itself.

We pulled up in front of my supposed 'home' . A place where I was supposed to feel safe, in peace, myself and relaxed. A place where I should be calling my escape, a place where I was safely hidden from the world....

...This place has become a cage, jail.

I felt his heated eyes that burnt through my skin turn towards me, he patiently waited for me to say or do something and silently looked at me, not even trying to be discrete about it. Openly gazing at me with something in those eyes that not even I could understand.

A few hours ago, we were laughing and joking around. Shockingly we held a genuine conversation and I got to see this light within his eyes. I got to see the dimples that played peekaboo with me every time he laughed or grinned.

I got a glance at his twinkled eyes and that heated gaze. I got a chance to inhale the delicious masculinity in front of me. I got the chance to look at his calligraphy of a body.

He was and is the most attractive man I've ever laid eyes on. And that, that was embarrassing to admit. Like what the hell is wrong with me? Who in their minds immediately falls so deeply infatuated with someone they didn't even know?

And still sorted firmly inside his car, my whole body refused to co-operate as it refused to move and get out of his car. Instead we sat silently inside the warmth of his luxurious vehicle, and gazed silently at the place I call home.

I think five minutes went by with nothing said from one of us, before he exhaled a bih and long sigh. He shifted in his seat, before the for to his side was opened. I was too gone in my head to actually pay attention. Stuck up in my own world until I felt the light pull of the door next to mine.

Before a gush of wind slapped my cheek and startled me out of whatever world I had pushed myself into. I felt weird looking up at him, but not too weird like the first time we met and he requested a private moment alone with me.

"Come here." He called, so softly my heart thuds and lips pouted in a frown. He had his hand outstretched, silently asking me to take his hand. "Let me." He said again. I did not understand what was it with his two words sentences, it nerved me.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable, I moved forward, making him take a step back as I got out of the car without the help of his hand or whatever he was trying so hard to do. I'm a big girl, I don't need babying.

Well, a big girl as I can be I would say.

As I stood right next to him, he nods to himself. Displeased with the way I bluntly ignored his help, his jaw clenched before he smiled softly at me. His tilts to the side as he gazes at me softly. "I guess this is my goodbye." Red, that was his name. That's what he said.