Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter 4: Anything You Want

Eliza’s P.O.V

I took a deep breath and walked downstairs.

“Let’s go.” I smiled and linked hands with James as we walked outside the door.

“Where to?” I asked him as I stepped into the car.

“Now that is a surprise.” he replied. I smiled and played with the little rhinestone of the pocket of my jeans. He reached over and fumbled with my seat belt.

“There ya go.” he smiled and went back to his seat.

“Trying to be gentlemanly?” I said, playfully.

“Maybe. There is nothing wrong with being a gentleman with a beautiful lady.”

I felt my cheeks redden at the comment and he started to drive.

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The drive was long and we stopped in front of a nice looking apartment building.

“Why are we here?” I asked. I thought that James was going to take me to some pretty restaurant like a normal guy but I guess he’s not normal.

“I told you that I would take you to my apartment building last night.” Even though the building in front of me was tempting, I didn’t want to loose my self control inside of it.

“James....” I looked at him with sad eyes.

“Relax. I swear that I won’t try to rape you. Unless you want it.” I smirked at another of his little comments.

“Okay then...” His warm hands encircled my waist as he pressed his soft lips to mine. He smelled faintly of downy and Cologne. It was times like this when I wanted James the most.

And Not Just In A Sexual Way.

James’ P.O.V

Eliza had fallen asleep after being in my apartment for about 6 hours. We had gotten here at 8:30 AM and now it was 2:30 PM. She and I had spent all that time talking about our lives and whatnot. I had learned that all Eliza really wanted was the freedom to be herself. I could tell that she didn’t want to be a diplomat’s daughter. It was a pain on her. But now looking at her beautiful face, she looked so peaceful and for a long moment, I thought about being with her forever. About always waking up to her face. Wait a minute. What the hell are you thinking about?! She’d never want you if she knew who you truly were. My mind was always putting my ideas, dreams and hopes down. When we were talking, I told her about what she needed to know and everything else, I left out. My stomach started to grumble so I went to the kitchen.

I didn’t understand why my mind was thinking like this when it didn’t even know if Eliza liked me back. Well I guess that was obvious since she invited me to her house but what if she just did that to be polite or something? And what if she did like me and she found out about my secret life? What would she think then? All these questions swarmed my head like a bee spotting honey after years without it. Beep!!! My microwave beeped to signal that my food was done. My leftovers were a good enough lunch to have.

When I walked back into the living room, I found that Eliza had woken up and she was now rubbing her eyes.

“Good afternoon sleepy head.” I said to her.

“James!! You’re still here!” She exclaimed. She pulled me closer.

“Yeah. Why would I leave?”

“I don’t know. I thought that you were gonna leave me here to get gang raped by a bunch of your friends.” Her facial expression changed from happy to sad so I pulled her even closer and put down my plate.

“I would never, EVER do anything like that.” I looked into her eyes as I told her that so that she would realize that I wasn't lying. She nodded. Her eyes shifted from my eyes to my lips and suddenly she gently weaved her fingers through my hair. Then she softly kissed me. I was still very startled so I wasn’t responding to her actions. But soon I woke up from my shock and kissed her back. I had never felt this way with anybody else. We finally pulled away, our eyes meeting and unspoken words being said. I felt like our eyes were communicating things that we just couldn't say with our mouthes.

I smiled at her and picked my plate up. Even though I liked kissing Eliza, my hunger called to me more than she did right now.