Love ~A Series of Short Stories~

Look | BWWM

'People can be so slow!' Celia thought to herself, dodging people as she quickly jogged down the steps in the public transit station, leading to the subway. She finally made it to the platform, rolling her eyes in irritation. In moments like these, as she waited for the train to arrive, she felt grateful that she left her workplace after rush hour.

Thoughts of a handsome stranger she'd seen on the bus just a few minutes ago enter her mind, and she wondered where he might be.

'Probably on another bus, or the other side of the platforms,' she thought, not believing for a second that she'd see that handsome face again. What would it matter, anyway? The likelihood of something resulting from a few heated glances is close to none.

She sighed as she took a seat on the subway, finally on her way home. Another productive day at work, and another wave of relief washing over her. As much as she enjoyed her work as a personal assistant to one of the most successful CEO's in the city, some days she was in the mood to just snuggle up on the couch, with a nice cup of tea and her favourite movies.

A bag hit her leg, and her eyes shot up to see who'd disturbed her peace.

"Sorry..." The man said, looking down at her. Her heart pounded as her eyes locked with the handsome stranger she'd seen minutes before. She had been hoping to see him again, but hadn't expected to. Not this soon.

They gazed at each other for what felt like forever. His eyes were a gorgeous blue, and they captivated her instantly. Celia gulped, feeling her increasingly dry throat in need of some lubrication.He was one of the most beautiful men she'd ever laid eyes on, and she didn't want to look away. 

But, she did. Celia tore her eyes away him, fixing them on the floor beneath her.  She sucked in a breath, having been holding out on breathing all that time.

"It's fine," she whispered, her face as hot as it could be. She could feel her pulse in her ears as she tried to slow her breathing.

Celia thought it was funny how, after you've looked into the eyes of someone you're attracted to, all of a sudden there's no where else for your eyes to go. No matter where you look, it feels like everyone can see through your attempt to act normal; to act like you don't wanna run into their arms.

"You don't even know the man!"  She thought, inwardly kicking herself. That was the honest truth, but all be damned if she'd ever say that out loud.

As she did her best to avert her eyes from the handsome man, she could feel him looking down at her. Then, once again, her heart picked up its pace. It felt like it was getting hot, but she knew it was just her excitement making her face moisten up. She fanned herself, fighting the urge to roll her eyes at this primal behaviour.

God, I can't handle this. He's so sexy.

After a few stops, an elderly woman came onto the train with a young boy, who appeared to be her grandson. Celia watched as they found one seat across from her, which the woman told the young boy to take. For some reason, no one seating next to the boy or his grandmother offered their seat to her.

Celia looked beside her, where there was a recent vacancy, then stood up. She kept her hand on the chair, making sure no one took it before she could get the woman's attention.

"Ma'am!" she called out, waving at the lady. The elder woman turned around, surprised.

Celia pointed at the two seats behind her, "please, there are two seats here."

The woman smiled, taking her grandson's then lead him over to the seats. "Thank you so much!" She said to Celia, who stood next to the good looking stranger now. Celia smiled down at the woman, "no problem at all."

She felt his eyes on her the entire time she performed a good deed. But, she didn't do it because he was there. If anything, him being there made her so nervous she didn't even want to move. She had two strong legs, and plenty of energy, so why not let the woman sit with her boy?

After another stop, the train sped off as it usually did. But, for some reason, came to a strong halt. Many of the passengers who stood gasped and complained, having been thrown off balance. Celia stumbled as well, falling into the chest of the man she now stood beside.

She grabbed him instinctively, not wanting to fall. Instead of pushing her away, he wrapped an arm around her waist, helping to steady her.

"Are you alright," he asked, and she could hear the Englishman's accent, loud and clear this time. She wasn't sure how she'd missed it before, but there was no way she would again.

"Yes," she said, embarrassed as she stood on her own two feet. After straightening her bag and coat, she looked up at the man, who was now smiling.

"Thank you."

He nodded, then extended his free hand, "I'm Miles."

She took his hand and gave it a gentle shake, "Celia."

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