Angeleyes

Chapter 20 - Frida

When Frida slowly opened her eyes it took a while until she knew where she was. And then she needed some more seconds before she realised who's shoulder has been her pillow. Immediately her heartbeat speeded up and butterflies fluttered in her whole body. Very carefully she turned her head so she could look at Benny's face.
Frida couldn't hold back a smile, Benny's head laid on the backrest of the sofa, his eyes were closed, his mouth a bit opened and small snores came out. His nose jerked a little, his eyelashes fluttered and his hair stuck out in all directions. And his smell made Frida dizzy.
Shortly Frida reflected whether she should wake him up but she quickly forgot the thought and cuddled carefully closer to Benny listening to his heartbeat.

After a time Frida enjoyed every second of Benny began to move, moaned a bit and stopped snoring. Frida didn't dare breathing but she felt how Benny rose his head and when his heart beat faster she smiled and squeezed her hand.
"Frida...?", she heard Benny speak with a sexy sleepy voice. But his words made her freeze and she felt a blush spreading out on her face. How did he know...
"I see you're awake, there's this cute red on your cheeks", Benny continued and cleared his throat, "And could you please loose your squeeze a bit? I mean, I love the feeling of your hand..." He went quiet but Frida felt how all the butterflies in her flew faster and... Her squeeze? Frida snapped her eyes and watched down to her hand. Then she understood, the hand she thought it was her own actually was Benny's and so she has squeezed Benny's hand and so he has known that she has been awake.
Benny laughed quiet, of course, it had to look ridiculous how she has looked and... He leaned forward and kissed her nose...

That was the moment Frida's heart decided to refuse beating. Benny's lips softly touched Frida's skin, it was only little more than a breath but it made Frida getting aflame.
It took her whole self-control not to rise her head so her lips would finally meet his but she managed to stay frozen but aflame.

Benny slowly leaned back but still watched her until he yawned suddenly. Frida giggled a bit but actually it sounded like "Hrchi?" because she was still too paralysed.
Benny watched her surprised and laughed, "You are so cute when you are sleepy!"
Frida became red, her heart thudded like hell and her mind was melting away.
She realised that she still leaned against Benny, his hand still covered her fingers and their heads were still so close, so close...

Frida took a deep breath and bit her lip because she didn't know where to look. Suddenly Benny's fingers squeezed her hand, his heartbeat quickly speeded up and his look got so intensive Frida couldn't do anything but staring back. There was something in his eyes...

"Ahem", a voice made Frida and Benny wincing, quickly both of them turned their head away and let go each other's hand. Frida felt her cheeks glowing when she noticed Agnetha and Björn sitting on the carpet in front of the stereo, they had to sit there the whole time! And Frida didn't see them, love makes blind, oh yes.
Agnetha rose one eyebrow and gave Frida a meaningful look. Frida felt the smile and the heat on her face. Quickly she looked down as Björn started to speak: "Maybe you two lovebirds could continue that somewhere else? Alone?!"
The red became more intensive and Frida didn't dare looking at Benny.
"Frida? It's getting dark already, don't you want to go home today?", Agnetha asked. Frida looked up, what did she make wrong that Agnetha wanted her to go home? "Benny, you who became a gentleman somehow, don't you want to escort her, a lady alone in the night?", Agnetha continued and immediately Frida's cheek began to burn again especially when she got another meaningful look by Agnetha.

With a heart thudding like hell Frida took place on the driver seat. She could feel Benny's eyes on her profile when she started the engine and drove on the road.
Her fingers trembled a bit as she put on her radio and turned the volume down. Frida gulped and tried to concentrate on the road but her thoughts digressed to the coming hour, the "Good luck" from Agnetha still in her ear she risked a short look to Benny but he was only staring on the road ahead and tapped the rhythm of the song on his leg.
Frida sighed, there was nothing keeping her away from her thoughts, thoughts full of confusion, red lips and angeleyes...
Benny looked up, "Uhm... What... What's your favourite colour?" Frida was that surprised, she nearly let go the steering wheel but when she got the question, she quickly answered, "Green like the grass or the trees or... Frogs?", Frida felt the blush, frogs, the stupidity has to become renamed, what's about Frida? "Uhh, and yours?", she added fast. "Green too", the answer came immediately, "Green with some golden, yellow and brown sprinkles, sometimes also a bit blue, depends on the light and... Uhm... Green..." Frida twinkled surprised, she thought of her eyes which had exactly the same colour, was it possible that... "There's something really beautiful looking that way...", Benny explained, he seemed to misunderstand her surprise. Frida looked on her hands and tried to think about the traffic or the road or the trees beside but her mind was making a jig with her heart.

Around an hour and thousand of trivial questions with mysterious answers they entered Eskilstuna and stopped finally right in front of the small house Frida had her flat in.
"There we are...", Frida whispered quiet, her heart beating faster. Her flat was that small and narrow, what would Benny think of it when he wanted to see...
The moon lightened Benny's face as he turned around and said: "The house is just like you, small, cute and beautiful." Frida looked down and was glad about the night hiding the blush on her cheeks. She didn't know what to answer and so she just murmured a "Thank you" before she asked shyly if Benny would want to come in. "Of course", Benny answered shortly and followed her inside.

Frida turned on the light and showed Benny the rooms, one kitchen, the bathroom, the small living room and the even smaller bedroom. With every part of the flat she got quieter and wished she wouldn't has brought him here.
When they finally entered the living room again Frida didn't say anything but offered to make a coffee or a tea. While she prepared the coffee Benny inspected the photos of her and Arntine, the photo of her mother and the empty frame beside and also the self-painted pictures next to her books.
Frida tried to concentrate on the coffee to don't have to think about Benny's edjudgment. But when the coffees were finished she couldn't avoid the question anymore. "What do you think... About my flat I mean...", she asked quiet. Benny didn't answer. "I know it isn't big and it's way untidy and...", she wanted to add but there Benny interrupted her suddenly, "I thinks it's just perfect, it's cosy, it's beautiful, it's personal and I like it!", and then he made two steps towards her, leaned forward and laid his lips on her's.