When the Tables are Turned

Chapter 16

Gun's POV

I drove my car towards home with Mark following close behind in his own car. He's following too close and I'm afraid that if I brake suddenly he's gonna crash into me.

Is he thinking that I might suddenly drive away from him? After all he had earlier asked me anxiously if I had changed my mind about us.

Come to think of it, what have I gotten myself into? What am I doing getting involved with an eighteen year old boy. True, in a few days he will turn nineteen, but still, did I rush into something that I might regret later on for doing so?

All these thoughts kept circling my brain as I desperately looked ahead for an exit in the freeway.

From my rear view mirror I could see Mark driving with a grim expression on his face. He was looking straight into my eyes. Had he read my mind?

Gunnapat! I scolded myself. Stop entertaining second thoughts about Mark! He loves you and you love him back. Why let a few years of age difference get in the way of a beautiful relationship between you and him?

I decided to keep driving in the direction of my house, ignoring an exit that was just a few meters up ahead, tempting me to make my escape from Mark.

When I reached my house, I parked outside my gate and stepped out of my car. I did not buzz the gate for my grandfather to open it. I thought it would be best not to park my car in the driveway for now.

I saw Mark park his car right behind mine and saw him step out and walk purposefully in my direction. I started to feel nervous but put on a brave smile for him.

The moment he reached me, he pulled me into his arms and tried to kiss me. I pushed him away.

"Mark!" I protested, "my grandparents might see us!"

"That would be good," said Mark, "then we can announce to them that we are a couple now."

I was starting to believe that I had rushed into a relationship without giving it careful consideration.

He tried to kiss me again.

"Please, Mark," I pleaded, "why don't we go to the restaurant first. I'm feeling hungry right now."

"I'm very hungry, too," he said with a naughty smile, "very hungry for you."

This time I wasn't able to stop him from kissing me. His lips on mine, the way he was moving them against mine, were giving me pleasurable sensations that I had never felt before.

Against my better judgment, I started to kiss him back, but then he pulled away, saying, "Not here, we don't have any privacy here."

He pulled me towards his car, unlocked the passenger door and motioned for me to get in.

After I had done so and closed the door, he walked around to the driver's car and got in and impatiently started his car.

We drove past the Vietnamese restaurant.

I gripped his arm.

"Mark," I said, "we went past the Vietnamese restaurant, turn around."

"We can just call them for delivery," he said, "I wanna show you around my newly purchased condo unit. It's not too far from here."

My heart jumped to my throat. I started to get really, really, really worried but I decided not to say a word.

Should I fake feeling unwell and ask him to bring me back home? Wait, I wasn't faking it. I was indeed feeling unwell from the great anxiety that was threatening to overwhelm me.

Just before he pressed the button on his electronic key that opened the entrance to his building, I gripped his arm once more.

"Mark," I said in a pleading tone, "I don't feel well. Please take me home."

He turned to me with a smile, "Sweetheart, you are home."