The Makeover

16 | Blinding Lights

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Chapter Sixteen | Blinding Lights

Suddenly everything, and by that, I mean every single thing around me, started to move gradually in a slow, retarded motion. The stars, they looked brighter and closer in the starry dark blue ocean-like sky above and they trailed slowly after me and it felt like the very first day that my dreams let me know that all the stars are closer.

Haze's gaze was still transfixed to mine as I swayed over to him, holding fleetingly the light edges of my dress skirt with the tip of my fingers as the spiffy linen whirled after me in the night light.

"You look so gorgeous tonight," I saw his lips twitch as I finally got to him face front, the warm breeze avidly licking at my exposed left thigh. I'd still not get over how fast my heart beats when he refers to me with that word.

"I could say the same for you," I smiled excessively, as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, desperately trying to give my heart a break from it's pounding fit. Shyly glancing up to the amused expression on his face, I realized the effect of my words.

With warm cheeks turning a darker shade of red, but thankfully it wouldn't show, I began to drivel. "Well I certainly didn't mean you look gorgeous. I meant it like...you know what I mean," I sighed, suddenly wishing I had the power of telekinesis, so I could clip my mouth shut in one move.

"I do," He chuckled lightly and disinclined himself from the car, holding my fingers lightly and moving us towards the passengers side of it before gently opening the door with his other unoccupied hand.

"I could have gotten the door myself you know?" I shrugged before getting in.

"A simple thank you would do," He rolled his eyes before practically shoving the rest of me and snapping the door close thereafter. Not so gentlemanly anymore are we?

He stalked to the other side gratifiedly and gently lowered himself onto the seat, engulfing me with his heavenly scent. Through every turn by the streets we steered through, an awkward silence that gave away the fact that we either had nothing to say or had too much to say but had nowhere to begin suffused the air.

Halfway through my psychoanalyzing thoughts of whether this was a date or wasn't (don't ask me why I'm wondering) I gazed out of the window, over the civilized part of Maple hills that just seemed more interesting and fascinating over time. The moon was sinking way below it's horizon, casting a shade of blue on the streets and alleys that were filled with loud chatter, bright lights emanating from every angle.

I stood up slightly and let my fingers run free in the air through the right window, savouring the feeling of the warm fresh air surrounding us. I smiled satisfactorily and took my seat on the plush leather seats again only to feel my fingers being taken hold of by Haze's. I felt an excited shiver run down my spine.

We remained like that for a while.

Soon, we were into the bowels of the upperside; Lës Flores to be particular. From what I've heard, It's like the liveliest corner in the whole of town. The fancy, organized places and people began to dissipate, leaving an en masse of wilder, noisier people.

The prettiest ladies I've ever seen were stalking around in little dresses, loud ass pop music blasting from the pubs and clubs nearby. The atmosphere had changed drastically from trolls of crazy rich, organized people to pumps of a darker, licentious energy.

Like always, I was so mesmerized by it all that I barely noticed that the car had rolled to a stop and stood right in the middle of a parking space. When I finally noticed, Haze was messing around awkwardly, mentally debating on tapping me awake. It's basically a ritual now.