So Close But So Far

i'm a gentleman

Maya's P.O.V.

"Can we stop at McDonald's? I need coffee," I asked Hudson.

My head was starting to hurt and my fingers were cold.

A warm cup of coffee was what I needed in them right now.

"Sure," he said, turning on the heater.

He must've been cold.

"Now my jacket's going to smell of coffee even more," he groaned once we got to the McDonald's drive thru.

"That's a good thing," I said, pulling my dress down to cover my bare thighs.

"I hate coffee," he whined, running his fingers through his hair.

"Can I have a caramel iced frappe and a- What would you like, Maya?" he turned to look at me, blue eyes looking directly into my dark brown ones.

"A toffee latte, please."

I rummaged in my purse for some money, taking out a five pound note.

"Here," I said, giving him the note.

"Fuck off," a look of disbelief on his face. "Didn't you know?" he said, a cheeky smile replacing the look of disbelief.

"I'm a gentleman," he proudly stated.

He was so adorable, fuck.

"I'm paying next time then," I said, not bothering to argue.

"There's going to be a next time?" he blurted, questioning blue eyes staring at me.

"I mean, I hope so," I said.

I think I was being a little too honest.

It was never good to get a guy excited.

"I hope so too."

...

"So, how does it taste?" I asked him once we were in Jackson's house. He was sat on the stairs, taking his first sip of the frappe.

His leather jacket fitted him perfectly, the shape of his muscular arms visible.

I looked away, quickly, when I realised I'd been staring.

But the small smirk I saw on his face told me I was too late.

Hudson's P.O.V.

I took my first sip of the frappe. I could feel her eyes on me as I did so.

I glanced up to look at her, her eyes quickly moving to my face.

A small smirk rested on my lips as I took another sip, trying to get the full flavour.

It was fucking horrible.

The worst thing I had by far ever drank.

It tasted a bit like coffee, fuck.

I despised coffee.

Absolutely hated it.

I was ready to tell her how much I hated it but once I saw her dark brown eyes sparkle and her lips turn into a smile I'd never seen on her till now, my mind changed.

And my mind never changed.

Especially when it came to things like fucking coffee.

"It's so good!" I lied.

But it was so god damn worth the look on her face when I did.

"Really? I told you!" she whacked me on my shoulder in a playful manner, her striking eyes and full lips captivating me.

You can't get anymore beautiful than this.

Holy shit, I thought to myself.

I'm already whipped and I hardly know the girl.

Maya's P.O.V.

It was three in the morning, I had took a shower and changed into my pyjamas.

My head wasn't hurting as much anymore, the coffee definitely helped.

Holly and Jackson still weren't home yet and I assumed Hudson was sleeping downstairs.

I felt bad, but he said he didn't mind.

I was laying in my bed, my black mini dress that I wore for today's party on the big beanie bag near the door.

I had been ignoring the reality of my situation for way too long.

I needed to find a house. I wasn't going to stay with Jackson for ever.

It was Saturday tomorrow which meant I didn't need to go work.

Maybe I should start looking for houses from tomorrow, I thought.

I started dialling a number I told myself I would never dial, but I felt like I had to right now.

At the end of the day, she was still my sister.

"Ayanna?"

"What?" she answered abruptly, her voice croaky. Shit, she was probably sleeping.

"I was just wondering how-."

"I'm fine," she said, stopping me half way. "Bye now," she turned off the phone.

I put my phone on my bedside table, sighing.

Why was she so difficult?

Fuck it, I thought as I snuggled in bed, turning off the lamp.

And as I closed my eyes, it finally hit me.

That empty feeling I would feel every night,

it was no longer there.

It had been only two days since I had met the guy.

What are you doing to me, Hudson Jones?