First Love (David & Liza)

Chapter 44, part 2

"What are you doing, Liza?" I immediately freeze at the sound of the familiar voice growling behind me, sending shivers through my entire body.  

Did you know that you can learn so many things just by listening to someone's voice without even meeting the person? It can reveal a great deal about the speaker such as social class, personality traits, emotional and mental state and even their height, weight and age. Pretty cool, ha! But that doesn't work when you know who the person speaking is, even if you two haven't talked for... ummm, I don't know. Maybe almost half an year?!

I know that deep, smooth male voice so well that it hurts. It's been so long since I've heard its specific sound, but I can still easily recognize it even if the room was full of talking people. I've been longing to hear it, dreaming almost every night about it, fantasizing about it over and over again for the past five months. And despite all of the above, the fact that I'm hearing it at this exact moment seems surreal.

I can't believe this is happening! It just can't be true! This is just a trick that my wild imagination is playing on me, making me go insane for hearing stuff that obviously aren't there. Or it's some kind of a wicked prank, a sick joke the universe is pulling on me. If it's the second one all I can say is "Congratulations, you cruel bitch! You've successfully tricked me!".   

But what if it's really here, right behind me? 

"Liza?" I know I heard the same voice just a few seconds ago, but the sound of it still makes me jump a little. This time it's a little bit softer, yet still low, with a tinge of worry and it immediately makes me realize that there's no possible way for it to be just a part of my imagination. Actually it's the complete opposite, it's the absolute reality. And right now this reality is tightly holding my shoulders with its warm hands, its cinnamon scent spreading slowly in the air around me, making my head a little dizzy and my heart pound quicker and louder in my chest. But I need to see for myself before I can believe I'm not dreaming. Well, then there's just only one way to find out. It sounds so easy, so simple, but it might be the hardest thing I've ever done.

It takes me a second to gather all my courage, already knowing what and who is waiting for me when I turn around. I close my eyes and take a deep breath before forcing my numb feet to make a little step, then turn my frozen body around and finally face the person attached to the voice.

"Liza?" He says quietly, his mint breath fanning my face. Although my eyes are still closed, I can feel his gaze burning my skin. "Liza, look at me." He makes a pause, waiting for my reaction, but I just can't open my eyes. And still, I know that I have absolutely no chance of resisting to look at his face when he's so close to me. "Please, look at me!" I can do it, I have to do it.

After a deep inhale, I very, very slowly open my eyes, my jaw almost dropping on the floor as I look at him. Oh yeah, he is real and he is standing right in front of me. I take my time to study his face. My eyes move from the slight stubble on his jaw then on the cute way his head is tilted to the side, then on the even more cuter way his dark hair is striking in all possible directions underneath the black hat and finally land on my personal favorite - his magnetic dark brown eyes and the mischievous glint in them. Maybe I made a mistake by turning around and facing him, instead of running directly to my room and locking myself there for the rest of my life. 

Pff, who am I trying to fool? Even if I wanted to, right now the urge to reach out my hand and touch him is so strong that if I was in handcuffs I would still find a way to do it. And still, I have to restrain myself from doing that.

"Hi, princess." He whispers, the corners of his lips lifting up in a playful smile. But as he reaches his hands to pull me into a hug, something inside my head clicks, making me take a step back. I can feel the anger starting to burn inside me. "What are you doing?" He immediately drops his hands, furrowing his eyebrows in frustration.