In his eyes.

Chapter three

"Gosh, that was close!" I speak to myself as I hop onto the train and grab a seat, thankfully I missed rush hour but still almost missed my train. Jeez, I spent too long on my outfit..
my dark hair is down in curls and I'm wearing winged eyeliner, with my red lip, maybe too bold of a choice, I take a makeup wipe out of my bag, just for these emergency situations. And I wipe it off, changing it to my favourite Dior mauve lipstick. Im wearing a floaty little black dress and some strappy heels. We are going to a bar.
I recognise the station and get off at my stop, I head out, swiping my train card through the bars. I look down at my phone screen, lighting up my face. 9:40pm, shit! I'm a bit late.. I turn the corner and see the neon white light beaming 'Be At One' bar, I walk over to it and open the door for myself and I look around, my stomach is in knots! What if he didn't come.. what if this is a prank? A joke?
I go up to the bar feeling slightly helpless and order a one shot vodka and lemonade.
"Hey.. Emily?" I swivel on my seat to face the man speaking my name.
"Isaac.. hey!" I stand up, pulling the back of my dress down before awkwardly wrapping my arms around him for a brief hug. He holds me for a moment.
"I wasn't sure if you were coming.." his voice has gotten deeper. It's sexy.
"My train was a little behind, sorry, I would've texted but.. I don't have your number" I reply wryly.
"Ah no worries, what're you having?"
"Vodka and lemonade" I nod at his glass "you?"
He sits next to me at the bar, his foot up on the bar of his chair. He's wearing a dark navy polo shirt with black skinny jeans, this time, no rips.
"Baileys, how are you?" He speaks to me so softly, is this weird? It feels a little weird, at least I've got some Dutch courage.
"I'm very good, thanks and yourself?"
I'm kinda lost for words here.. he still looks so good, I'm definitely still attracted to him.
"I'm pretty alright.. Work was a bit of a bore today though" he smirks at me but then looks to the side. Gosh he's cute.
"Oh what do you do?" I'm trying so hard not to concentrate on his lips
"I work as a freelance architect, I do commissions for people on their gardens and stuff" he's looking at me again.. his eyes are much brighter than I remember. I stare a bit too much, and shake my head "oh, oh that's cool!"
He smiles and laughs lightly, "what do you do then?" I look at him and "I'm a m.." FUCK! I'm a full time mum.. I can't tell him that, not here, not now.
"Model?! I'm a model!" I try to make it sound convincing and I shrug, whilst giggling to myself. He's laughing with me, and says "I bet.." he touches my knee and I swallow hard, he's taking my breath away..
"You should show me some of your stuff" he says, with a cheeky grin
"Only if you show me yours" and I laugh out loud when my mind goes dirty. He laughs a little but not on my level.
*
He walks me out of the bar, holding the door for me as I feel quite giddy. I look at him and grab his bicep, "wow.." as I realise I'm squeezing them, and he looks at me and I stop. "Oh sorry!" I let go, "I was going to say, thanks for finding me" and I giggle. He smiles at me and replies "yeah, no problem. Do you want to come walk with me?"
I smile and the blisters on my feet tell me hell no! But my head is saying, fuck yes.
"Yeah.. sure" I smile through the pain as he walks alongside me, we end up talking and walking for about an hour and end up by the waterfront, I lean against the wall bridge and look across at the mill below. He comes up next to me and I begin to shiver a little,
"Hey, are you cold?" I shake my head to act hard but he wraps his suit jacket around me anyway. My heart is so fuzzy and warm right now.
"Do you.. want to come over?" I look over to him as he speaks in one tone, and I bite my lip softly. My heart is racing and my head is trying to keep up. I nod.
*
He types in the pin of his apartment floor and we enter the white building, he takes me to the first floor and opens the door, it smells of fresh paint. We walk inside and the apartment is dark, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in close. My heart is racing, oh my god.. is this really happening?
I feel his warm hands lowering down to my ass and I look intensely into his eyes as he lifts up the skirt part of my dress and I squeal a little as his bare hot hands touch my skin, he lifts me up onto his island in the kitchen and stands in between my legs as he runs his hands up and down my thighs. Fuck.. take me now. As if reading my mind, Isaac leads me into the bedroom, hand in hand and he starts to kiss me. His lips tracing my skin all over as we make passion sex. My body throbbing with heat and my head spinning from what I think is just the alcohol.
He's still amazing.. I look at him and he whispers in my ear "god I've missed you.." my heart is fluttering. I feel like I'm blushing but I hope he can't tell in the dark. He starts kissing my neck and I get up on top of him in my lingerie, kissing him, holding him and becoming one with him. We may of only met twice now.. but it just feels so familiar.