I didn't know why we bother to switched on the TV at the first place, but it's sure that both of us haven't paid any attention to it. We ordered pizza and opened a bottle of wine to accompany our movie date. We mostly ate and talked the whole time, leaving the movie forgotten. I also didn't know how the hell she maintained her slim figure when she ate most of the pizza by herself and still craving for more. Noticing her disappointed face when I took the last piece of pizza, I suggested that we ordered a platter of appetizers from the room service. Her face lightened up instantly and she quickly studied the menu.
"How about chicken wings? Do you like that?" She's looking up from the menu.
"Sure. I'll have whatever you want, Cara. I'm not picky." I grin at her hopeful face. "It's not like you'll give me any of it when you're still looking hungry like that."
"Hey, don't you dare to insult a lady's appetite like that," she swats my arm, pretending to be offended.
"Oh, come on. I love the fact that you still have a healthy appetite and looking so damn hot like this."
"Ah, so you like what you see, huh?" She arches her perfectly shaped eyebrows suggestively.
"Love it," I grin wider, silently surprised by my unusual flirtatious comments.
"Well, I did notice your stunned look at the fashion show. It was priceless," she teases me. But her comment only confirms my previous speculation. She did look at me then. God, this new information is giving me terrible ideas about Cara. Come on, be strong. Don't fall for this girl who is clearly out of your league, Jess. So I just shrug and let the moment pass. I have to be careful from now on.
I was right when I said that I wouldn't get any of it. She engulfed the whole thing with such enthusiasm, I only watched her as she destroyed the poor wings. After she finished with her chicken wings, she lets out a satisfied sigh. Then, she lifts my arm and leans into my side. She puts her head on my shoulder, shifting for awhile to find comfortable position. This night is progressing into a dangerous area. I open my mouth, starting to protest when my body tingle approvingly to the warmth of her body against me. This is too intimate. I might survive a brief night full of raw desire and passion. But snuggling together while watching movies is too, I don't know, intimate. It's what couples do. It's what I really want inside, a settled relationship.
"Cara," I protest half heartedly.
"What?" Her blue eyes are more mesmerizing up close, and harder to resist too. It takes all of my strength to ignore the contented look in her eyes.
"Please, don't do this to me."
"Do what?" Now she looks confused, furrowing her famous eyebrows.
"Giving me ideas that this might lead to something when we both know that's not the case."
"And why are you so sure about it?" Cara's starting to sound annoyed by my realistic opinion on the prospect of our relationship.
"Because you're perfect and can get someone ten thousands times better than me." I try to not sound too pathetic and understandably failed.
"Can't you just stop thinking too much about it and enjoy what we have right now?"
"Terribly tempting. But I don't want to indulge myself in one awesome night with you and nursing a broken heart for months later."
"I know, I know. I'm just hoping that you would take a chance on me just like you would do with any other girls." She has this distant and wistful look on her face when she says that. I wonder if her celebrity status sometimes becomes a disadvantage for her at the love department. And it make me second guessing everything that I had thought about her.
"Because you're not just any girls," I pause to find the brightest blue eyes which I adore so much. "You're so special, if I had a taste of this," I glance at our touching body, "I would want to keep you forever."
"Then do that. Try to keep me around."
She doesn't say a word more and just continues to snuggle onto my side. Our closeness gives me an uneasy feeling in my stomach. It feels like we were made for each other. The perfect match. And I didn't try to stop her again. I have spent all of my strength and might before and now I'm just left with this foolish contentment inside. I wrap my arm tightly around her, pulling her closer. If I'm going to go with this, I have to make the best out of it. Fine, just be stupid if you insist, heart. Don't say that I didn't warn you.
"Okay, I'll try."
