Whispers_Our Story

The door opened ...revealing a half n.a.k.e.d male feature sprawled on the couch with eyes closed, unaware of my presence. Your roomie is a he or maybe he is your roomie's boyfriend? My mind argued and I gasped for air. I stroll closer to the body. observing the gorgeous feature in the house. He has this brown shiny hair, body so white and his length occupies the couch 's. he has a model feature, lips looks so soft, pink and inviting. All of a sudden I see myself leaning closer to those inviting lips with closed eyes. He flipped his eyes open, and covered the space between us.

You are kissing a guy you just met! My conscience keeps reminding me, I pushed it a-side while dwelling in the sweet sensation that is now overpowering my soul. His tongue slowly thrust into my mouth, nipping on lower my lips, making me want more. His hands are now pulling me closer to him when I opened my eyes slowly and to my utmost surprise I'm kissing the handsome jerk from the eatery!. I pulled out from the kiss, almost knocking him down. 

"You kissed me!, I yell, knowing the fact that I'm the one that caused everything. 

"Apparently not, he says with no humour. 

By the way, what are you doing here, or are you missing me already, that you can't wait to see me, `` he grin mockingly. 

"You've gotta be kidding me, I'm the one to be asking that question not you ". I say softly trying to catch my breath. 

He chuckles "OK, if you must know, I live here and your time is exhausted, you've gotta get going now,'' he gestures his hand to the door. 

He lives here?, This must be a joke or maybe I'm dreaming of the guy from the eatery?. I pinched myself and the realization hits me. I'm not dreaming, it's happening!!. He stood there waving his hands to my face. 

"I live here", I managed to say And he burst into an obnoxious laugh that makes me uncomfortable. "Hey it's not funny, I say softly. He is now standing up, his height intimidating. 

"Girl, you are so funny and if you are looking for Chris, he ain't here. 

"I'm Tracy not girl, I correct, and I'm not looking for anyone. I live here, better get that into your annoying skull"!. 

"Whatever, and you've got nice lips, I'd kiss them again if I had to, he says on his way to his room. Leaving me standing there alone. 

"Could you at least tell me your name and stop being a jerk for once,'' I yell. Being a jerk he is, his laughter turns into a mocking sound that I somehow like.