Loving Lylah

Chapter 4

Lylah

This was the single most embarrassing moment of my life. Which is saying something cause I've had uncountable #topembarrassing moments.

I quickly shoved at his chest and scrambled away. Raising my hand up to my racing heart, I looked away from the boy as he finally snapped out of the seemingly dazed state he was in.

I wanted to die. To crawl under a rock and never come out. I wanted to be anywhere but here at the moment.

I could feel my cheeks burning as I took a peek at the boy before turning my eyes away to look at anything but him. He was staring at where we lay just a moment ago with an unreadable expression on.

"So do you normally kiss guys on the first meeting or am I just special?" He chuckled, amusement lacing his voice.

If I thought he looked good, he sounded even better. It wasn't very deep but in its own way, had the most tantalizing tone. Good god, does this fine specimen have any flaws at all? Realizing that I'd been spacing off without replying, I quickly looked at him and stuttered out an answer. "umm - I- -I'm really sorry about that." At this point I was certain you could use my face to grill a chicken or something.

"Hey no one said I was complaining, babe." he smirked at me as he stood up, not even offering me a hand.

My eyes narrowed as I took in his appearance. Black combat boots and black jeans clad legs. His white shirt clung to his chest, outlining his defined pecs and I could almost see what I'm pretty sure was his six pack through the shirt. Over the shirt he had on a black leather jacket. Great. A so called "bad boy".

I wasn't usually one to judge but I had met more of his type than I'd liked to meet. Usually cocky, arrogant, thought they were badass and with an ego the size of mars. Yeah I did not like those kinda guys.

"I'm really sorry about that. I don't usually kiss random strangers I meet throughout the day." I sputtered while standing up myself.

"No worries. Just take them out on a first date before you attack someone next time." He winked.

If my cheeks weren't already aflame, they were now. God please let the ground swallow me up. Even in my horrified state, I couldn't help but admire his eyes. Enchanting would be the word to describe them. Clearly, he was Korean, which reminded me of my maternal grandmother.

My mother was half Asian. While I didn't look much Asian, I did inherit my mother's black hair and high cheekbones as well as her height. The rest of me, it was all my dad much to my chagrin. From my muddy brown eyes that glowed just a little hazel in the sunlight, to my long black lashes and slightly tanned skin, I looked more like a younger, female version of him.

I looked at the guy and realized that contrary to my previous guess, he seemed nice. Sure the "babe" comment irritated me but he seemed to say it in a good natured way.

"If you're gonna drool any longer, the airport might start flooding. Close that mouth baby, you'll catch flies." His voice slipped out from those luscious lips that I would just love to - wait... what? What was I thinki- waaaiit.

What did he just say?

Nope. Spoke too soon. Seems like he was an arrogant prick after all.

"Look dude, great chat and all but I'd rather be anywhere else right now sooo bye!" I quickly tried to move past him but before I could, he grabbed my forearm and turned me to face him.

"Are you trying to escape?" He asked in amusement. "No. I'm not. I'd just not see your face any longer than necessary." I replied with more sass than intended. I thought it would offend him but instead, he looked even more amused.