As I watch him drive away from my street, I can't help but feel the emptiness I've felt for many months once again. I haven't laughed that hard for so long and I can honestly say that was one of the best nights of my life.
As I watch the coffee brew into its pot, I hold my fingers over my lips remembering his touch on me. My blood instantly boiled with passion from his tongue against mine. If only I could have his lips pressing against mine, his tongue entangled with mine. BEEP! My daydreams about Hero's lips are interrupted by the loud beeping of the coffee maker.
While I sip on my coffee, alone on my couch, his ass still imprinted on the cushion to my right; I stare at the napkin with his cellphone number. The fact that he even wants to talk to me after what I told him gives me butterflies. But he's right. To see him again is truly dangerous because of the constant cameras he faces and to text him is still risky. Placing the napkin onto the coffee table, I attempt to distract myself by watching a series of his movies, from oldest to newest.
I find my mind drifting off and entertaining the idea of Hero. The way his hair falls on his head after a long night on a couch; the way his eyes are energized by the sunlight. The simple smile he gives me without showing teeth and the way he laughs just bring me so much joy. And only after a few short hours together, I can't help but be attracted to his personality. He is kind and gentle, but he hides it behind a darkness—the darkness keeps him from his own emotions. AND his voice; each word he speaks comes with a sense of romance just from his soft yet not subtle British accent. I will never forget that voice.
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As the week goes by, I find myself yet again at Costco. This time for no reason at all; I'm just walking the aisles hoping that maybe I will run into Hero again. Even if I did run into him, I don't see why he'd want to talk to me. It's been a week and that napkin sits on my coffee table and each night I contemplate texting him.
Now, I'm running home. Blocks away from my apartment and I make it within 20 minutes. I storm into my apartment, throwing my keys on the counter and my shoes wherever they land, and I grab the napkin.
hey :)
I send him and now I sit patiently, my eyes not leaving my phone screen.
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Temptation
FanfictionHe's the celebrity everyone knows and loves, at 22 years old he's the highest paid actor in America. A British boy who lives under the spotlight falls madly in love with a woman who cannot be seen by cameras. For months she's been hiding from her pa...
