Falling For The Wrong Girl

1.4| Love in the air

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"I thought I was happy, fulfilled, and life was on track. Then we locked eyes, and I know there WAS something missing – You."

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Devlin sipped his beer slowly letting it warm his mouth down to his stomach. He had been at the bar for quite some minutes now. The loud music and the smell of  cigarette started making him a little uncomfortable and he glanced at his watch wondering why the hell his friend hasn't arrived yet.

7:15pm. Shit. Maybe Kevin never got the message, or maybe is workcoholic ass is still at the office.

His mind drifted automatically to the events of the day. Specifically what happened after he entered the flower shop in town.

Devlin had seen his share of beautiful ladies but the beauty he saw upon entering the flower shop made his heart skip a beat.

The lady had worn a simple black dress and didn't apply any makeup. She was young, not older that twenty four he guessed, but her feminine parts were full and ripe with maturity. Hell, he even got a boner when she stood fully letting him scan her figure!

How can a person be that beautiful without even trying? He asked himself

Her voice alone, when she spoke to him, was like a soothing song that went through his ears and down to his soul. He could listen to her voice the whole day and never be bored.

Her lips... Oh how he longed to kiss those delicious lips till they become red. Maybe biting them teasingly in the process.

He noticed that she had a habit of running her tongue along her lips whenever she was thinking of something. She did it absentmindedly but the act alone made his throat dry and mind running with crazy thoughts.

Never had he felt these things with any of his lady friends let alone a stranger. Why her? He asked himself. And why now?

He did not have the answers to those questions but one thing was clear. This beautiful lady was giving him feelings that were alien to him but he was more than ready to explore.

Was he falling in love?

No. He didn't think so. Love grows in a person slowly and steadily. That's what his mother told him.

This was not slow and steady. It was growing very fast and what was worrying was that he wasn't in control.

If it wasn't love then what was it? Infatuation? Crush? No! How old am i? Twelve? He scoffed.

It then dawned on him that he did not even get her name. What if she wasn't working there and was helping for the time being? What if he would never see her again? Those questions made him uncomfortable.

He decided he would visit again next day at the flower shop. If he finds her then he would ask for her number and maybe take her out for a walk. That's what people do right? Or was he going too fast?

He then remembered that she told him to go to her if he wanted someone to talk to about his dad. He smiled at her innocence and kindness. She wanted to help him even though they were strangers. Who couldn't feel attracted to such a pure soul?

Wait... He could use that. He could use the excuse of talking to her about his father to know her more. He had already recovered from the sorrow of his father's death so he could share with her the happy memories he had with his dad and in return she would tell him about herself.