Strangers solely knew what they've heard of her; her name conveyed her truest caliber, she was fit for a goddess. When she was only a child, it had been rumored that an enchantment had been placed on her tongue making every word she spoke enticing...
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^ eye color only, not eyebrows.
Athena
I awaken to a durable feel bounding me to my position.
Before I can even ease my eyes open, a musky redolence gluts my senses. I nuzzle closer to the point of supply, using my hand as a guide against the hard source.
My eyes warily unfasten and I'm faced with a hard chest.
Kai's tattoo deluged arms are still cloaked around my waist.
I glance up to see Kai staring down upon me vigilantly. He's shirtless aside from the many tattoos he sports; they suit him nicely.
"This wasn't supposed to go down like this," he rasps.
"Like what?" I ask as I unwrap myself from his brace, "all we did was sleep, and besides, you're allowed to have fun every once in a while."
"What are you implying?" he divulges.
"I'm not implying anything," I shrug before I whisk over his legs and tumble out of bed.
I promenade to the door.
"Athena," Kai, now perked against the headboard, interjects.
I coil around to face him.
"You're not wearing any pants," he utters.
I look down at my bare thighs. He's right.
"So?" I childishly intone.
Kai
I fall back onto the linen sheets. Last night I hadn't gotten a chance to take a look around the room. The furniture, white and crisp, takes up most of the space in the tiny room.
The room is almost too bright for my hasty mind. I groan and pull yesterday's shirt over my head.
I stand tall and meddle around the room, seeking on the surface.
There's not much other than a few trivial ornaments.
On the sill of the window, a number of succulents occupy the span. Most of them, brown and withering, seem to be dead or dying. I shake my head. The window is faced with another brick building, which isn't the greatest view.
Nothing else really stands out, except for one thing.
I move towards the framed collage, which holds an immense array of photographs.
It isn't hard to pinpoint Athena in any of the snapshots, she stands out quite inevitably in groups of people. In all of them, either a smile or silly facial is captured. She doesn't look any younger than she does now, but her hair is colored differently. Much like my own, it's curly and an obvious brown color. I gander over all the pictures and notice the same similarities in each.
Athena walks in, her hand holding a towel against her body, ending my mild snooping.
Droplets of water stance gleaming against her skin. She's quite the work of art, really.
She has the most exotic radiance amid her, it wouldn't be too far fetched to say she's of somewhere tropical, Hawaii even.
Her eyes are truly a pair of none other, containing only the most vibrant, vivid chromas of mystical blues and euphoric greens.
I'd only seen them for a couple measly seconds in the sun's rays, but the intensity of the colors remain casted in my mind, and it doesn't bother me even the slightest.
Her eyebrows, unruly but delicate, box her challenging sinfulness. Unlike her current hair, they're ashy brown.
She has a small, narrow nose that doesn't stand out much against her smooth, oval face. Faint freckles are present around her nose and cheeks, which I hadn't noticed until this morning while she slept.
Her lips are flirty and pale, a contrast to every other one of her saturated features.
And behind is a flawless, un-gapped set of teeth, undoubtably taken great care of. They're so blatantly straight, it's no wonder she always flashes a smile.
I couldn't grasp of who see reminded me of, so my eyes roamed her downright leering physique, which she tabled confidently, the only way anyone should ever pose.
I couldn't help but grin, I knew she loved the attention I was giving her, but I wasn't able to rid my eyes of her.
Her beauty wasn't one of a secret, it was striking; it was a kind of conspicuousness. Everything from her bronzed skin to her cosmic eyes, she was exquisite.
When I finally did free my eyes of their captivation, Athena dealt a smug expression.
"I'm going to go," I announce feebly.
"Or you could stay in the room," she taunts, but I've already begun closing the door.
I grab my car keys which sojourn in the kitchen.
Athena's bedroom door opens and she sticks her head out, "wear something sporty," she advises knowingly.
I nod, which she can't see because the door has already retreated.
I shut the apartment door and intercede into the blistering sun.
When I reached my car, I shrink into the driver's seat.
