Hermosa (Beautiful)

Chapter 4

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-Izzie

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Once I left his room I sped down the stairs, tripping over my own feet. What I had just witnessed had me mesmerized. The sight of his body makes me shiver, being in his arms melts me on contact. I finally reached the bottom of the stairs and jogged to the love seat, then buried my face in the pillow. I wanted to doze off, but the thoughts of him kept me awake and alert.

I waited for what seemed hours.

That's the thing about Omar:  he takes his time to get ready. He is even worse than me.  I'm ready in about an hour when we go out and he takes almost two hours. I'm the one yelling at the bottom of the stairs asking if he is ready to go yet. I fear that this is going to happen at prom. All I wanted was to see him waiting at bottom of the stairs, kind of how Jack was waiting for Rose in 'Titanic'. I want it to be that romantic. I can dream right?

"Ready to go?" He asked, bringing me out of my little world. Out of instinct I shut my eyes and placed my hand over them.

"What are you doing silly goose?" He chuckled.

"Shut up. I don't want a repeat of earlier today." I replied.  

"I'm dressed baby doll,"

"I don't believe you...let me feel your shirt."

"As you wish...reach for it."　

I started to grab for his shirt but then I stopped myself. I sighed, but continued.  I trust Omar with my all my heart. I know that he wouldn't trick me. Thats when my palm came in contact with a bump, then another. It was soft skin.  I soon lost control of my hand.  Someone was guiding it to feel every inch of his six pack. I yanked my hand back. Face palm. How could I fall for that?  

"Ew! Omar!" I opened my eyes and saw that he was dressed, but held his shirt up with one hand and the other was at his side.

"You know you liked it." He smirked.  

"No." I said lying through my teeth.

"I know when you're lying, you know?"

"Shut up." 

"Ah so you did!" He replied excitedly, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I'm not going to answer that, ready to go?" I started to blush.  

"As the lady wishes."

He put down his shirt, then went to look for his keys. I took that time to check him out. He had his hair spiked. His dark blue eyes had something like a sparkle. I wonder what is causing that sparkle? I was getting lost in his eyes, I looked away and stared at the rest of him. His muscles and were six pack hidden under a blue American Eagle shirt that seemed too tight. It seemed like his muscles were about to explode out of that shirt. He was wearing dark jeans and black Nikes.

　

I then looked at my own outfit for a brief moment: a sweater that was a size too big.  I'm embarrassed of my body. I disgust myself everytime I look in the mirror. I usually wear sweats and a T-shirt. Today I'm wearing jeans that still fit from the eighth grade, and a shirt that says 'Hi' in the front and 'Bye' in the back.