Intimate Moments (Mxb)

Ch. 01

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Rein POV:

It's Monday. I don't really hate or love Mondays, if I could explain how, it could be the start of something partly good or suck arse... but since I ain't lucky then for the past 3 years it has been the loving kind...

Today I have finally started my life as a new young adult and no, I didn't apply for any college for the simple reason that I don't want to plus I don't know what the chiswittz
to do with my life from a long-term point of view.

People call it stalling, my family a waste of talent and time, and myself? Well, nothing really besides fear of what could go wrong if I choose the wrong major so I proposed myself to first get a stable job due to the fact that I'm hopelessly broke and before you think that my family doesn't want to help me financially... that's not the case at all... it's more just a "me" thing of "having to leave the nest" type of thing.

So, i did accept help from my parents plus my own savings to have a little small house/apartment for me to reside in for as long as I need, till I get enough money or passion to study and/or move.

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When arriving at my apartment that was already decorated, because i simply couldn't care and desired to use my savings on a temporal home.

IF things go according to plan.

I must have plans and routines for my anxiety to stay low and not make me panic due to having no control at all and not knowing how to solve my mental crisis.

So, what do I do? I make plans and prepare myself mentally.

As you can see, I hate to take risks, I feel insecure, I've always wanted someone to do them for me, but my parents say that choice-making is a part of "baby adulthood" as they call it.

By the time I placed and marked the home as my territory by doing a mess of my 2 big suitcases, the next part of my plan is to get a part-time/full job because I don't discriminate since work is work...
by walking around the city, I can see many small shops that could hire people, but my ordeal was- how would I know which ones were good for me to apply.

I have CERO skills... besides having an immediate panic attack due to making direct eye contact. So, yeah- no skill...

I know, I know- "Just apply and tell them that you can learn if taught correctly bla bla bla", I know the whole shabam of how "it's fine", "just do it!". Well sorry to break your precious bubble but for me, it's a ticking death sentence. Just imagine someone as shy as me entering barely being able to withhold a conversation BUT without skill- HA!

Now that's a disaster waiting to happen- don't you think?

After walking around absentmindedly by thinking repeatedly about all my viable options that could work with my plan, I must block someone in front of myself- and since that wasn't enough, we kept blocking each other's way to wherever.

The stranger had very neat shoes that are obviously for someone that works at an office/enterprise, plus those black trousers are always a right giveaway-

"When someone is talking, you are supposed to make eye contact, and let's not forget to listen," the soothing yet strict voice said as he snapped his fingers at me.

Okay, one thing is that I'm shy as fudge but, I have a very sassy temper under all this thick anxious shell.

I raised my eyes surprisingly to the most beautiful pair of brown eyes I have ever seen, cheesy as fudge I know, and with all the sass that I haven't expressed in the past months, I told him or more like grumbled-

"I'm not a puppy for you, sir, to snap your fingers at so if you'll excuse me, you could also watch where yourself is going, seeing that as the saying goes- "it takes two to tango".

When I finished rambling, I couldn't contain my fear of what he could do or say, due to the fact that this very handsome man was twice my size in both length and width.

By the time I was going to start apologizing the stranger simply gave me a huge arse smirk that made me shiver to my bones and I don't know if it was the good or bad kind.

"Huh- aren't you sugar n' spice?", with that devilish-like smirk still on his face he murmured.

By now my cheeks were as red as a tomato and my breathing ragged due to fear, but before I could freak out even more, he continued.

"Let's not think harshly for I am not mad but satisfied for the better of the surprise, okay sugar n' spice?", he more than stated even if it looked like a question.

Without any hesitation to the easy exit to avoid stress and control I shook my head in a nodding manner, but that wasn't acceptable, because of him rising one of his perfect eyebrows and adopting a posture of pure nonsense.
And if that wasn't enough, he "tskd" making me nervous...

So, before he could chastise me, owing to my lack of verbal response, I answered with a-

"Yes, I'm sorry sir!", that came out more like a squeak.

He only gave me a halfhearted smile that calmed me but not completely to not break my complete attention from him.

It was obvious I was having an internal battle with myself- so he extended his right hand for me to take.
That I did so with weariness but to my astonishment not an ounce of disgust.

He had a gentle but firm hold, easily covering my small and chubby hand with his.

To make me snap my attention, once again, to the following words-

"The name is Ezrah. Ezrah Brown. How about you sugar n' spice?"