Fire & Ice

Fire & Ice (2)

It was 7am sharp when I stepped out of the shower, tightening my towel around my body and walked out of the bathroom, pausing at the slightly open balcony doors when I heard a whistle, I turned to see the very same man from last night looking my way

"What a great view to wake up to" his brows raised and he sipped on his coffee

"Hasn't anyone ever taught you not to catcall a girl on the streets" I huffed

He looked around him "But we're not on the streets, we are in our homes and I wasn't cat calling, I was simply admiring the view" his smirk made my blood boil

"Urgh" I stormed off back to my room hoping to get changed before I recieved anymore unwanted comments from my neighbour, dressing quickly I returned to the balcony to see he had dissapeared, making me eternally greatful, I could enjoy my tea in peace.

"Oh, you're back" he spoke again

Closing my eyes I released a heavy sigh before looking across to him, only to find him shirtless, his body was in shape, majorly, his tanned chest was chisseled, his arms muscular and strong "Cant you put some clothes on"

"I am merely returning the gift, I saw you in just a towel, now you can see me shirtless, im sure you're enjoying the favour" he was ever so sure of himself, and though I couldn't deny he was beautiful, shaped like an adonis and so easy on the eye, I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction

"I just wish to drink my tea in peace, now if you'll excuse me" I turned to go and make my drink when he spoke again

"Sure you dont want me to join you"

"Nope, not even slightly" I walked away before he could reply, happy in my small but very meaningful win, I returned not long after to see he was still stood there, his eyes closed, head tipped upward, his body shone under the light of the sun, only serving to make him a more attractive sight to behold

"Finished looking habibti" there was that word again

"What does that even mean"

His eyes opened and he looked straight at me causing my breath to hitch in my throat at the intensity of his gaze "It means my love, but im using it in the way of my darling, its Arabic"

My cheeks flushed crimson "Well im not your anything so dont call me that and Arabic, you dont look"

"Im not" he interrupted "I lived there for a few years, and oh but you are, you helped me last night, you'll forever be in my good books habibti"

I knew that I should stop while I was ahead, but he was so intriguing, I couldnt help but want to know more "What is your name"

"My name" he smiled "Aditya, but you can call me Adi"

"Aditya" I repeated, tasting it on my tounge, "Ill stick with Aditya"

He leant forward over the bar, "You say my name with such essence, I wonder how it would sound for you to scream my name" he pondered

In my shock I jumped up making the tea pour all over my hand, "Ouch" I hissed, shaking my hand "Look what you made me do, dont be so crude" I turned quickly only to feel freezing cold water on my back, I turned quickly to see him facing me with a hose

"By the time you got to the kitchen, your skin would already have been burnt, I was doing you a favour" he shrugged

"Im soaked" I screeched

He looked me up and down "That's nothing, if you were in bed with"

"Do not even finish that sentence" I exclaimed "You are despicable, thank you very much for your help, but now I must shower again"

"Want me to join" he winked

"I want you to leave me alone" I growled, storming off, I had never met a man so rude or so sexual all while being so damn charming, I was angry, so very angry

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Later on in the evening I was settled on my sofa, watching a film when I heard banging on the door, sighing I stood up and walked over, pulling it open slightly to see my aggravating neighbour

He pushed the door open even more, eyes trailing my body, making me wish I hadn't choosen the fluffy cat pyjamas to wear

"You look" he paused, thinking "cute habibti, can I come in"

"No you can not, what do you even want"

"Company, I dont know anyone else in this neighbourhood" he leaned against the doorframe "So can I come in, I promise" he raised his hands "No offensive comments"

"Fine, but one wrong comment and you're out, understood"

"Understood habibti" he nodded, following me inside

I plonked myself on the sofa and he did the same, his eyes on the tv "You watch horror films alone"

"Well who else would I watch them with" I rolled my eyes, bringing my legs up to my chest, the last thing I wanted him to see was how afraid I was, his body was pressed up next to mine and I shuffled to the side quickly making the corner of his lips rise slightly

I glanced back at the screen only to jump, covering my eyes quickly, my heart racing.

"Scared habibti" he whispered into my ear "Good thing im here" he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his chest

"No, I dont need" I went to pull away, only to see the screen again, freaking out I shoved my face into his chest which made him shake with laughter

"Who ever knew a girl with such a fiery spirit could be so full of fear" he brushed my cheek with the back of his hand and then settled back into the sofa

"Im not scared, im just"

"You're scared, dont worry, I wont tell" he laughed

It wasn't long until I felt my eyes start to close slightly, I quickly pulled away "You need to go home now"

"Why, got a husband on his way" he raised a brow

"No, its late and I want to sleep" I stood up

"Then sleep" he moved a little "Ill be right here"

"What, no, you cant just refuse to leave, ill call the"

"The police can do me no harm, call them if you like" he pushed his legs up onto the sofa, shoving his shoes off and crossing his arms over his chest

"Fine, if youre so scared to be alone in a big home, then fine, stay, but dont you come anywhere near me" I stormed off toward my room, pushing a chair up against my door handle to be extra secure, yet I had no idea how true my words were at that moment in time

Two more updates already written up, since one of my other stories is nearly at its end, I decided to write this one, your views are always appreciated so please do comment