The Saint Jones [Completed]

chapter 35: Excitement, Butterflies

Sether

It feels like forever when I am paralyzed. My eyes are closed, my mind a wedge of white smoke, not knowing what to think about first; my uncovered face or my excitement, because Cher is literally sitting on me.

I can tell she is practically paralyzed as well and confuse right now, but damn it my sunglasses are literally inches away from my fingers and my stupid body has decided to go numb. I don't know why but I feel an amount of anger rising in me, not because she accidentally pushed my sunglasses off my face but because I'm a dumb ass.

Once again, something inexplicable pushed me towards her. How the hell could I not imagine that this kind of scenario would happen soon? After all, I've never seen or heard of people who kissed or have romantic moments with sunglasses on. How stupid was I? The first day I was like 'it's okay, none of this would happen' because nothing actually happened, but now it is happening.

"Are you oka-..." Her voice fades in my ears and I sigh quickly, a deep sigh of pure frustration.

"Don't... can you-... can you get off of me... Please?" My head is still low, my eyes semi-closed. For a moment, I don't hear anything and I don't feel anything shifting on me, her weight is still on my thighs, driving me crazy about the closeness of our bodies. If only I could put on my sunglasses and pretend nothing happened, it would have been better.

She sighs and gets off of me slowly. Her hands land on my shoulders for support as she stands up, my jaw tightens at the contact and I try my best to stay calm and to regain my senses. When she retrieves her hands, I take a deep breath and let my eyes open, eyes on the carpet.

"Can you turn around... please?" I ask, still looking at the carpet. I'm so damn embarrassed right now, things were going so well and a little accident ruined it all. I wonder how many questions are traveling her mind, sure there are a thousands of them, this is inevitable, I should have known better than kissing her like that.

From the corner of my eyes, I see her move on her feet and turn around. When I'm sure she is looking across the room, I lift my head and look at her for moment. She doesn't say anything or fight against my words, instead she stays like that, motionless as if it was totally normal for her to do that, when it's not.

My uncovered eyes roam her body, knowing that I shouldn't be doing this but it feels so nice to look at her without my sunglasses on. She is wearing a very short shorts, if she leans forwards her butt cheeks will be completely visible. With that, she is wearing a sweater, not an oversized one but a normal one, which stops before the end of her waist. She does not have long legs, but they are quite muscular.

"Julian?" She says, a whisper escape her lips which takes me out of my trance and I clear my throat and put on my black sunglasses back. I stand up and walk towards her slowly, very slowly, making sure that my shoes aren't making noises.

When I'm inches away from her, I wrap my arms around her tiny waist, pressing her back against my chests. She whimpers but relaxes after that. Her fragrance enters directly my nostrils, and Jesus Christ, her fragrance is enchanted, so sweet and makes you want to desire her even more.

"I'm sorry," I whisper in her ear and then I leave a kiss there, on her earlobe. I'm sorry for so many things but almost for being such a difficult person. I still have no idea what the hell is happening between us but I don't really give a damn about it, all I know is that I'm going completely crazy for this woman, she drew me under her skin within a few days.

"Sorry for what?" She asks back after a long moment of silence.

"I don't know... for everything maybe," I say. She sighs and puts her hands on my arms, pushing them away from her gently. She turns around and her face met mine, her eyes so round and cute are blending in my sunglasses. She seems confused and I can't blame her for that, I know damn well that I'm the one who's confusing her.