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6 - 'Runaway Baby' & Blonde Bimbos

6 - 'Runaway Baby' & Blonde Bimbos

“I feel awkward here,” I whined to Luke as I tugged at his arm to get his attention to shift from the breathtaking yacht to me as I hid behind him. I could not blame him for staring in awe at the yacht though. Neither of us had seen one up close before. It was magnificent, to say the least.

I was not paying much attention to the yacht anymore, nonetheless. Right after I saw the bunch of people that were inside of it, my anxiety kicked in. I was seeking for comfort. Something Luke was an expert at giving me. I always did that –tug at his arm and hide behind him- when I felt uncomfortable or was on seek of protection. And yes, Luke was my protection. How lame of me, I know. He did not mind though, so that was good.

We were just standing outside of the white yacht –given how Rebecca was I was actually expecting a pink yacht and I am not even kidding or being funny or exaggerated- that was lying by the side of the dock, waiting for people to pile in so it could take off.

I just knew, though, that as soon as it took off with me inside of it, disaster would strike and I would have to jump off it and swim to the shore. What scared me the most, nonetheless, was the thought of swimming back on my own. Luke had always had the gift of talking carelessly with people and effortlessly making them love him. I, on the other side, was a shy and boring girl who had to try quite hard to even get a tiny bit of attention or recognition.

Luke tore his gaze off from the white marvel and turned to look at me with his signature sweet smile, the one that sometimes seemed reserved only for me. His blue eyes looked even more captivating under the bright sunlight; with his dark shades covering them and making him look like some type of god.

On the deck of the yacht, with her back towards us –thank God- Rebecca was laughing out loud at what a friend of hers had said. Her hair was cascading down her back in a flow that I had only seen on magazines and her maxi dress made me feel insecure right the second I saw how good it looked on her. Truth being told, when I saw her the last time on that dark café, since it was nighttime, I had failed to see just how pretty she was. That was bad news for me.

Luke could fall for her in a heartbeat and leave me aside, toss me in a second. Not that he had ever even had me upfront or anything. But this lessened my chances with him even more. I damned him in my mind for dragging me into this that did nothing but destroy my self-esteem as he took a few steps forward to face me, effectively blocking my view from the almost perfect girl. I was no fool, I had learned long ago to not compare myself to pretty girls, but today was pretty much impossible.

She had not noticed Luke and me just yet -thankfully.

Luke got his hands to me shoulder blades, sending jolts of electricity down my spine and making me curl my toes.

“I know, just relax,” he suggested. He tugged at me and pulled me a bit more into him, much to my pleasure. I was face forward into his chest, just staring at his dark t-shirt and wondering what it would feel like to cuddle up there.

We were quite close to each other, though, I realized as I came back from my daydreaming. But that might have to do with the fact that we were hiding behind a fairly sized boat that was next to her fancy yacht. At the moment, anyway, I did not care a single bit, for I needed his reassurance that everything would be just fine, even if inside my head I knew this was the perfect recipe for chaos and embarrassment.

“Luke, can’t we just ditch?” I asked him as I looked into his beautiful eyes that did not show me pity but concern. Oh, how I loved the fact that he never felt ashamed of me for being such a weird girl, socially at least. “I have never been in a yacht before and it would be cool but this girl freaks me out,” I complained as I hid my face in his chest. He did not budge, and I thanked him for it because it felt too damn good to be like this.