“Are you listening to me?” I nodded shyly, staring at James, hanging on to his every word. He was devilishly handsome, with broad shoulders and thick dark curly hair. He was wearing a pink top that clothed his muscles elegantly, and white shorts that exposed toned legs.
“That was the last question he ever asked, before he died”
I smiled sweetly and peered up at James sheepishly, in a kind of lazy but dreamy movement and thrust my chest far out so that his gaze rested on it, but only briefly, before he repositioned his attention to the conclusion of his story. Hands clapped together, so that it floated freely between my right cheeks and gently grazed my shoulder, I inhaled a deep breath, the way a woman would, when she realized how much she was loved by her future husband to be. “I’m listening to you.”
Dark eyes. Full! Juicy! Kissable lips. Smile that lights up even the darkest room. His face was animated as he told the story of the time he saw the ghost of his dead grandfather, right before his eyes. “The old man was covered in blood, looking at me as if I knew his secret and he had come back to claim it.” he said, jumping up and down in excitement, trying to demonstrate the ghostly ghastly movement. “My heart was in my throat. I couldn’t scream. It was dark but I could see him moving towards me, all aluminous like. I tried to scream but my voice had suddenly disappeared.”
“That was the last question he ever asked, before he died”
I smiled sweetly and peered up at James sheepishly, in a kind of lazy but dreamy movement and thrust my chest far out so that his gaze rested on it, but only briefly, before he repositioned his attention to the conclusion of his story. Hands clapped together, so that it floated freely between my right cheeks and gently grazed my shoulder, I inhaled a deep breath, the way a woman would, when she realized how much she was loved by her future husband to be. “I’m listening to you.”
Dark eyes. Full! Juicy! Kissable lips. Smile that lights up even the darkest room. His face was animated as he told the story of the time he saw the ghost of his dead grandfather, right before his eyes. “The old man was covered in blood, looking at me as if I knew his secret and he had come back to claim it.” he said, jumping up and down in excitement, trying to demonstrate the ghostly ghastly movement. “My heart was in my throat. I couldn’t scream. It was dark but I could see him moving towards me, all aluminous like. I tried to scream but my voice had suddenly disappeared.”
He stopped dead in his sentence and glance at me. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“You sure you’re not feeling ill or something?” He enquired further. “You look awfully pale…ohm…”
I smiled again, staring into his eyes, but this time he held my gaze and his expression softened. Within that moment I knew he loved me back. No one could show such tender an expression, if they weren’t feeling strong emotions.
“Rachael”
“Sorry?”
“My name is Rachael, we went to the same college for three years” I beamed. “You said hello to me, once, but you were in such a hurry, so you couldn’t stop to talk but, you helped me with my fallen books anyway and you… well… our hands touched briefly.”
Copywrited by Kia Storm.
PLEASE SEE LINK TO READ FURTHER...XXX http://www.downdirtyword.com/authors/kiastorm.html
0 comments:
Post a Comment