Where A Swimmer's heart lays.

3.

   I opened my eyes slowly, scared of what it had to offer.

   I saw hazel eyes staring back at my light green ones. Saying that he had given me air would be understandable and perfect. I had started breathing fast with my eyes slightly wide. This man staring back at me made my heart jump at my throat as is it wanted to meet him itself.

   I raise my hand to my chest, where my heart lays and felt the fast beating of it. I clenched my shirt hoping it would go away. This ache wanted more. I wanted to look away, to save me from the embarrassment clawing at my face, but I couldn't.

   I smiled. Trying to cut off the silence I said, "Um. Um. I-Is there something..... wrong?" The last word coming off as a whisper.

   He smiled back. Oh. I was so ready to cream my panties. I tried to block out my desires.

   "Are you Okay? I know you might not know me and see me as a stranger and all, but I'm a great listener," Mr. Stranger says, assuringly.

   "I'm fine," I said trying to put on my best smile, but instead looked like a girl smiling in front of a camera for the first time.

   "Hey, I'm here. You don't need to cry. Come on Babe, It's alright," He whispered while coming closer. Oh God He said Babe. Wait. Crying?! "Wa-wait. I'm crying?" I ask while wiping my eyes and getting my answer.

   "N-No w-way. I haven't cried for so long," I added. "It's alright to cry," He whispers, trying to wipe away the tears, but they kept on coming. I wasn't able to stop, it's just been so long. Cramped inside me.

   His hand felt soft against my skin. His light brown hair so curly and smooth looking that I reached out and softly massaged it.

   He looked straight at my eyes with a confused look on his face. Questioning my motives.

   I quickly took my hands away. "Sorry, sorry your hair just attracted me for a sec. I really am sorry," I say pathetically. "It's alright."

   He then grabs my hands and puts them back on his hair, smiling. "If it makes you feel better, I'll let you," He says smiling even more.

   My hands had kept moving on it's own record. Smelling the lemon flavored shampoo he probably used. Forgetting where I was once again. Looking into his eyes and no where else. He too was looking into my eyes and no where else.

   I stopped. Coming to my senses. I was talking to a stranger who let's me touch his hair and is also sweet talking me. He must want something from me.

   I stopped. My hands to the side and dropped my head, I was so used to this. Having people shower me with attention and love at one point and next thing you know it, it had been a plan to get what they want. "Is there something you want from me?" I ask.

   He looked at me hard. No longer smiling. His expression was blank yet looked angry.  I started questioning my words. Wondering if I had done something wrong.

   He closed the space between us. Yup, my question was reasonable.

   He softly put my hair back and held my chin. "You," Mr. Stranger says.

   I was startled. You? Me? Wait what?

   "Why? I mean You've just met Me. Sorry but I'm confused and not looking for a relationship of any sort," I confirm. "Oh princess I don't care if you're looking for a relationship or not. You are mine," He smirks. "And this isn't the first time we've met. Don't tell Me you've forgotten, princess."

   I stared at him blankly trying to recall a time when I had met such a gorgeous man like him. Now that I think about it, He does look sort of familiar.

   I gave up on trying. I have a real problem on trying to remember people. Instead I looked at him curiously for an answer. "You don't? Aw. I'm heart broken."

  He places his hand over his chest indicate how he felt.

   "Don't worry princess, it'll soon come to you," He continues.

   "Stop calling princess," I say annoyed.

   "Okay then, Andro," He says.

" what... Oh yeah. You may know me, but I don't remember you so, may I ask for your name? Mr. Stranger," I say while smirking at him for the nickname I had for him.

   "The name is Marulo. My friends call me Mark. If--"

   "Okay Marulo, nice meeting you," I say, cutting off his speech. I turn around and pick up my bike. Just before getting on, I hear him say in a grumble/growl "We'll meet again Andro and when we do you'll pay for that."

   I turn around and face him. "Please do call me Andromeda, only my friends call me Andro, Marulo," I say while grinning. I see his hands ball up into fists and take it as a cue to leave.

  I quickly got on my bike and sped off.