His Pink Teddybear

Chapter 3

Kaiya

He walked with confidence. His strides were long and I had to walk twice as fast to keep up with him.

He had such long legs.

I noticed now that he still didn't have any shirt. My face warmed even though it was still cold outside. How was he not cold?

He led me to a black truck, opening the door for me. I stopped, hesitant now to get in the car with a stranger.

I don't want to see you near anyone besides me, girl. Again his voice echoed in my head.

You're just nervous because you would be all alone with this beautiful stranger.

You're such a selfish little brat.

My mind fought with itself, throwing used words from another person's voice at my irrational thoughts. I knew I would lose in the end. I always lost against him.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a freezing gust of wind. The raven-haired stranger was looking at me, unfazed by the cold. My eyes drifted down his chest, taking in his defined muscles. His abs rippled as he shifted on his feet. I snapped my eyes back up to his. I became aware that my cheeks were burning, and that they were as red as a lobster. 

He was studying me. His deep green-or was it brown?- eyes stared right through me as if he knew what I was thinking. As if he could see my emotions bare before him. It felt as if he knew me, but I had never seen him before, I was sure of it.

My traitorous heart pounded in my chest. 

"Are you gonna get in?" His voice startled me. I hadn't noticed before, but his voice had an accent to it. 

My mouth was dry. I could feel the anxiety building in my chest as he stood there and waited for my answer. His eyes held some emotion there, something I had never seen before. Was it regret? Guilt?

Then his eyes softened and it was gone. I could feel the disappointment floundering in my chest, reaching for my heart and dragging it down into my stomach. All the while, my hands were going numb from the cold and there was nothing I could do but stare at this beautiful stranger with words caught in my throat.

This feeling. It was so strong, so terrifying. Yet I couldn't get enough of it.

I cleared my throat. "Y-yes. I'm coming." 

My legs felt like Jell-O as I walked towards him. I cast my eyes down, but I could still feel him watching me. I climbed onto the leather seats, and I realized how immaculate his truck was. Everything was so clean and tidy. At the sight, I started to feel a bit calmer. I always hate it when anything was messy.

I watched as the beautiful stranger walked around to his side and got in. Without looking at me, he reached behind his seat and grabbed a shirt from somewhere and pulled it over his head. It stretched across his broad chest and hugged his muscles. Something in me was disappointed at the sight.

"So," he began, "Where do you live?" He turned to me, looking at me from behind his dark eyelashes. His voice sounded... Detached. As if he had separated himself from me. I missed the caring way he had talked to me just ten minutes ago, yearned for it like nothing else before.

I was obsessed.

I didn't want to go home, not yet.

Not ever.

When I looked up from my lap, where I was twisting my fingers around each other, I noticed him look at my hands curiously. I stuffed my fingers between my legs.