A LOVE TO REMEMBER | BOOK 1

CHAPTER NINE

C L A R I S S E

I RUN TOWARDS THE GARDEN.
My arms open, in a full titanic mode. My hair flying in all direction, moving along with me as I run. My white floral dress moving along the harsh wind. I grin--- this is what freedom feels like. I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of being wet, the sensation of rain falling on your face.
Besides me, runs my two crazy and abnormal friend; Maydie and Kelly.

Okay, I admit, kind of--- alright, alright, I forced them to come with me and dance in the rain. At first, they were reluctant and more like brat girls.

You know? Those girls who are like, oh my god! It's raining! My hair! My dress! My makeup! It's ruin! My shoes! My body! I hate rain! Blah Blah Blah!

Yeah! That type of girls! And then, there's the second type of girls; who are like the first type of girls, but, when they see a guy, they turn like this;

Oh my god! I freaking love rain! Come let's dance! It's so romantic! Hahaha, I love rain! Blah, Blah, Blah.

But, Maydie and Kelly are not like that.(Though, I really don't know). They did not want to come because they were eating, Mac&Cheese, freshly made by Maydie's mom. I forced them to come.

I laugh as I pull both girls with me, jumping on the muddy puddles which are decorating the garden.

"Girl! You're crazy!" Maydie yell and spin me around.
"Stop! You girls will be sick!" Sebastian frowns, waving his huge arms--- gesturing us to come inside the house; more like mansion.

"I don't want a bunch of sick idiots in my house!" He yell, his voice drowning in the sound of rain.

"Your house? This is my house!"
I stop jumping in the puddles of mud when I hear his voice.

"Oh shut it, Aaron! Stop them! I don't want to fall sick with them." Hah! As if, the idea of falling sick is going to stop us; well more like me.

You see, Kelly and Maydie are already walking towards the boys. Scratch that, they are already wrap in white long fluffy towels.

"Clarisse!" I ignore him, staring at the puddle; watching my reflection. I'm drenched from head to toe. My hair is all wet and are sticking in my face, making my dark circle looks more prominent. I look like a ghost.

That dark circle! I've tried almost everything to remove it. But that thing, looks fucking permanent.

"Clarisse!" Aaron growl, Welcome back to Earth!

"What are you doing here?" I yelp, the fuck! Is he The Flash? When did he arrive here?

"Scuba-diving" I roll my eyes, walking towards the house. But, I am already struggling to walk. You see, I have this pretty white floral drenched dress on me. And it is making it more difficult to walk.

I was only three steps away from him, when, I felt his arms slide on my waist and pull me to him.
I gasp as I come face to face with his chest. He is wearing an imperial purple t-shirt, which is now drenched from the rain, of course. His drenched t-shirt allows me to see his muscle, the forms and lines of his abs.

The droplet of water running down his arms, his tattoo shining. His skeleton and roses tattoos along his arm looks more alive.

I sigh. What a sight.

I snap out of my thoughts when I hear Sebastian, still waving his tattooed arms, called my name and Maydie, who is frowning, called for Aaron.
I look up at Aaron but he was already facing down. I follow his eyes and saw them facing me.

More like, my chest!

He is staring at my boobs!

Good Lord!

"Hey, eyes up here!" I snap my fingers in front of his eyes. But that pervert is not being affected. Instead, he seems very focus on my chest. I cross my arms against my chest and stare at him.

This seems to affect him and causes him to look away from my 'can-see-through' dress. I raise one eyebrow, as he stares at me.
His ears slowly turn red, following to his cheeks.
Is he blushing?

As you can read and imagine, my kidnapper is blushing; after having being caught of staring at my chest.

I burst out laughing at his face. I'm sorry, but I could not control it. He looks so cute and vulnerable like a dachshund puppy.
But! He also looks like a deranged clown.

Now that's awkward...

I wanted to throw my hand on his wet hair to play with it, but thank god, I manage to control myself.

I mean, he is my kidnapper!

Frowns decorate my forehead as I catch Aaron leaning down towards my face. Man! Is he going to kiss me! Freakkk!
My breathe quicken, as I realise that his lips are only inches away from my lips.

Are they really pink? Or is he just wearing lipstick?

The lips. I'm talking about the lips.

Wait a second!

Should I kiss him? Or not?.

K I S S !!
(I vote for kiss!)

DON'T FORGET TO,
V O T E,
C O M M E N T
A N D
S H A R E !