Don't Fall for Me, My Fake Lover

TWENTY ONE - I got excited and disappointed

Don’t Fall for Me My Fake Lover by Avaritico

TWENTY ONE – I got excited and disappointed

My heart goes frenzy as I feel his warm lips touch my forehead. It is like time stops and there is only me and his lips on my forehead. He messes my hair after that and grabs me from the earth to his arms. I scream but he continues.

“Enrique put me down, were going to fall.”

“Almost there…” I can hear him suppressing a laugh. “Don’t move too much or we really are going to fall.”

“Come on, I’ll just walk so put me down.” I insist and I feel him get out of balance so I actually grab on his neck. I suppose you call it instinct when you know you’re going down and you grab the very first thing that is in front of you which in this case is him since he is carrying me.  Instead of going down in front I felt his effort to fall in his back and he did fall on his back with me on top of him.

“Ah…” I release a scream and then I am just staring at him and at his eyes.

“I’m sorry about that.” He says and then for another minute we just look at each other’s eyes. “How long do we have to do this, stare in each other’s eyes?”

I blush and got my feet to stand up. “Where do you expect me to look at you?” I make it sound a little bit harsh. I am actually a bit angry and I’m just giving him some dose of my female hormone. “I’m not really a fan of Halloween so I really don’t like masks.”

I would never have guessed that I’d be meeting a masked man. He’s wearing this mask which covers the upper half of his face. I have no idea who he is. He could be anyone. He could be Miko, Carlo, Lee or maybe some other guy I don’t know and haven’t met yet. The only clear picture right now is his lips, and they are quite a sight, tempting.

He stands up and offers me his hand. “I’m sorry about the mask but I’ll remove it later, I promise.”

“You should, or I’ll go home and you will never see me again.” He just laughs to that last comment from me.

He looks really like a prince in his black suit and his black wig is tied so that he looks more like a prince, long but not so long as too have a ponytail, just long but still manly. I expected him to be blonde but maybe his a fan of those dressing up thing or maybe he did it just for me. Sweet!

“Do you still want me to carry you?”

“I can walk.” I walk to the table which are only meters away from both of us.

“Take my hand,” he offers. “It would be much easier if you do.” And I do so. I take his hand and he walks me to the chair. Then a group of people gathers around us, some serving food and others playing music.

We talk for a while and then the food comes out. We never really talk about ourselves. It just didn’t fit in the moment. It adds more to the mystery talking and laughing to a person who seems too share your interest yet you know very little about. He’s really spontaneous. We talk about photography and Silver thread and all the chat we’ve had since we’ve met. He’s a really good guy and I can’t wait for the time he takes his mask off.

The way he talks is a little bit of Carlo although not very identical but the physic is perfectly the same. The eyes though are different in colour but for all I know maybe he’s wearing contacts.

He could also be Miko if not for his slightly foreign tone. The way he conduct himself and the way he treats me, the perfect gentle man. Miko fits the job perfectly.