Ally
The rain has finally stopped and guess what?
Yes, you guessed it right. We are still hugging.
"Stay still." He hissed.
I couldn't help but kept squirming. This is really just way too awkward for me, considering that he is topless. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape from his really, really tight hug, so I just gave up and let him kill me for the fantasizing that my mind is doing right now.
"Just what exactly are you doing?" I finally got the balls to ask.
"Body heat." He simply said. I heard that loud and cleared for my head was rested on his chest ― perks of being a short girl, I can say. Well I'm not actually short, I'm average. He's just taller than me, that's why.
I huffed, "Body heat, huh? Or are you just taking advantage of me?" He finally let go. That was when I realized what I just said. That sounded a bit cocky I must say. I didn't mean to say it that way.
He turned his back away from me and started walking towards the car. He didn't look back. Because of the scared feeling of being left here, that he might drive away without me, I immediately followed him and got into the car as well.
"Don't flatter yourself too much." He finally said, inserting the keys to start the car. I felt ashamed. I was way too assuming of that situation. Maybe he was just doing that body heat thing or what that thing is for some sort.
The car was in complete silence half way through the entire ride. When we passed by a traffic light that said stop, he decided to speak up.
"Body heat is medic―"
"You don't need to explain it. I know, I was waaaay too assuming. It's fine , it's fi―"
What made me shut my mouth was when he moved closer that our faces almost touched. I was expecting him to do the unthinkable, but he then grabbed something from my back―the seatbelt. He buckled it up and moved away, giving most of his attention on the road for it was a green light again.
I felt my cheeks tint pink as I stared at the window, "Thanks." I mumbled.
He cleared his throat, "Body heat is medically proven to help one's body to go back to its normal temperature from being exposed to such coldness, preventing one person to freeze to death." I quickly glanced at him. "And not take advantage of someone." He added, giving me a rather teasing look.
I didn't even dare responding anymore, instead I shifted my gaze back to the window.
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When we arrived outside of my apartment building, James looked at me as I unbuckle my seatbelt. I quickly glanced at him and simply uttered, "Thanks." I immediately got out of his car and didn't look back at all.
As I entered the lobby, I saw a few people examining me from head to toe. Is something wrong? "Ms. Allison, why are you so mud..dy in that robe?.. In three o'clock in the morning.." The receptionist trailed off, wondering why in the bloody world I am covered in mud, in this robe, still awake in this ungodly hour. I felt so embarrassed. They must've thought I am involved in some underground business. "I just ran some errands." I tried reasoning, unsure of what reason I would give her.
It didn't seem to convince her but somehow she wasn't listening, she was deeply staring something far from behind me I guess, I didn't even bother looking what it was, it was my escape time. I was so quick to walk to the elevator, clicked the button and waited for it to open.
As soon as it opened, I immediately entered and clicked the floor that my apartment was in. I shut my eyes while waiting for a ding. Seconds later, I felt someone heavily breathing beside me. What in the world. I didn't remember anyone got in the elevator with me. It was just me. I started to feel scared so I remained my eyes shut. Maybe I'm just hallucinating or hearing things due to lack of sleep.
Not risking anything, I shut my eyes so tight that I could feel my eyeballs slowly sinking through my brain and I pressed both of my hands on my ears, covering it, securing that I won't be able to hear a thing. There it is again! This time with a sniff and a cough.
Happy thoughts, Al.
Happy thoughts.
Nothing scares you.
You're Allison Winfeild.
"What are you doing?"
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Hollow (under editing)
Ficção AdolescenteWhat would you do if your demons are still chasing you? Would you runaway from them, and be hollow? Or would you face them, and feel at ease. Allison Winfeild, a twenty-four year old painter, is on a quest on finding her long-lost sister. When love...