TOXIC LOVE

five| Surprised

This is how I imagine Patrick. So damn hot. 

After thirty minutes we finally arrive to a high gray building, the neighborhood looks peaceful, with high buildings and expensive cars parked on the street. He parks on the street and we get inside the gray building, then we take the elevator to the nineth floor. We walk through a corridor until a door, he opens it and we get inside. The place is spacious with a big dark blue couch in the middle of the living room. It has big windows, wood's floors, a large library with many books on it and everything is in correct place, besides I can smell the clean odor.

I keep standing in the middle of the entrance when he takes my jacket and scarf off, making me feel a little unconfortable but I let him, then his fingers run up through my left arm until my neck and puts apart a straight of hair from my ear. I freeze with his movements and breathing becomes difficult to me. 

"Do you want something to drink?" he asks me, putting my things on the couch

"Water please" I say while I take seat "You have a nice place" I add and he smiles to me.

"Thanks" He says and comes towards me with a glass of water and a bottle of beer corona

He sits next to me and gives me the glass of water and I say thanks. He takes a drink from the bottle while stares at me, I try to pretend he's not looking at me but I fail and pose my eyes over him and his attractive muscles.

"You don't talk too much, don't you?" He finally speaks

" I talk a lot" I say sweetly

"Sure" He laughs

"It's matter of time" I add and he turns to see me a little confused "... that I can open up with people" I finish

"No pression" He says making a gesture with his hands

I keep staring at him for a while when suddenly I see an old turntable and feel curiosity so I go foward, then I turn to see him.

"This is pretty cool" I say pointing out the old turntable and passing my fingers over all the vinyl records, there are around fifty. All of them organized carefully. 

"It was a gift of promotion at work" He stands up and comes close to me.

He puts the beer aside and picks a vinyl putting the needle over it and first it hears the static but  then a beautiful song starts to sound. It's 'Hello' by Lionel Richie.

"Nice song, what type of music do you like?" I ask

"Lionel Richie, George Michael, The Rolling Stones, I like the old ones" He smiles a little ashamed

"Old music is immaculate" I say  

So here we are, looking at each other and listening a romantic song. I can't help bitting my low lip and avoiding his gaze that intimidates me. He puts his hand on my waist and pulls me close to him, then he touchs my cheek with his fingers and I try to don't move. I'm petrified that I can barely breath. I'm really prepared to kiss him when he pushs me away and walks away. I keep standing like a stupid when I realize what just happened few seconds ago, I'm a fucking idiot who just came to an apartment of an unknown and now I'm being rejected. This had never happened to me before. No one rejectes me and my cheeks blush because of angry.

I walk to the couch and I put my jacket on because the only thing I want to do is going right now. I'm so angry that I barely notice he's talking by the phone. My blood is burning so I cross my arms over my chest and stare at him. He turns to see me but keeps talking until he finally finishes the call.