Bloodl.u.s.t

I take a moment to examine his body structure and gulp. His enormous muscles are more than visible through the thin white t-shirt he's wearing and I wonder if Ill be able to move him as much as an inch even if I apply all the strength my tiny body can muster.

He snorts derisively yet again and I just lose myself in the way his eyes light up when he does that. I close my eyes and take a deep breath when I open them again I see him looking at me with an expression I can't quite explain.

"Bad day?" he asks, his voice is soft and sober unlike the kind I'd expected for someone who has gulped down almost 2 litres of alcohol.

Before I even know it, the words have rolled out of my mouth, "Yes." My eyes droop to the silver bracelet tied around my right wrist, the word Always is engraved on it. It brings back memories, good and bad. Memories of him. Caleb.

"Does it have anything to do with the bracelet? I've seen you touch it almost 200 times in the last 3 hours." I gasp, surprised no doubt. So he was actually observing me? All this time? I feel nervous and a little... scared? "Let me guess... boyfriend drama?" he adds and I frown.

Is he a mind-reader? I mean of course, such an accurate guess! There could be a hundred reason for my bad mood and the bracelet could have been given to me my mother? Er- no she wouldn't really spend her money on something so beautiful, moreover something which makes me happy but uh he doesn't know that. She cant either now that she's dead but he doesn't know that as well.

"Ugly breakup." My frown deepens and I wonder how horrible I must look like right now. "He did it." I add when I see his eyebrow lift up in question.

All he says is an 'oh' and I feel good. Smart guy. I wasn't in need of anyone's sympathy, moreover the fake one. All I want is a teddy-bear hug from my bestie and a to crash as soon as possible into my tiny bunk bed. But I ignore the need to leave the place and introduce myself. Duh. Remember when I said I do things I don't understand why. "By the way I'm Diana." I say, trying my best to turn the frown upside down because that's what you're expected to do while introducing yourself but all I manage is to keep my lips straight in a thin line.

He notices my failed attempt at smiling and chuckles deeply making me feel a tug at my c.h.e.s.t but this one is quite a contradiction to the one I felt earlier. "You're beautiful." He says, a sweet smile plastered on his face and this manages to turn my frown upside down with the addition of heating my cheeks up!

"T-Thank you." I croak. What? I tend to lose the ability to speak properly when I receive such compliments from handsome strangers. I clear my throat, it feels hoarse and speak, "So do you drink so much every day or is it a bad day?" I ask, the smile from the previous compliment still prevalent on my full lips.

Lifting the glass, he gulps down the light-brown liquid within the blink of an eye and places the empty glass back on the counter. "Bad century." He confesses and my smile turns into a smirk. "Whats the best painkiller if not alcohol?"