First Time

I wake up with a start, a ringing sound echoes in my head. I throw back my pillow and groan. Who the hell has the urge to get killed by me? I stomp out of my bed in my PJ's, on the way to the door i catch a glimpse of myself in the man sized mirror beside the mantel; my long legs are bare in my PJ shorts, my long lush waves of golden brown hair tumble down my waist and reach my hips, twisting and curling around my curves, the tank top i wear is slim and black and my almond golden eyes flash with anger. I know i look like a hell of a spectacle for whoever stands behind that door with his finger pressed on the bell, but who cares to give them a heart attack; i think smugly.

I throw open the door and come face to face with a tall muscular model - oops, did i say model? Well, who wouldn't he was tall almost 6'4 or maybe taller, jet black hair, piercing blue green eyes, tanned perfect skin, a lush full mouth, a light beard, arched eyebrows, high cheekbones and a perfect facial symmetry; everybody would call him a model - my breath skipped a beat as i meet his eyes, they pierce into mine as if unveiling all secrets.

"Was your finger glued to the bell or something?" i ask

He smirks, "Oh! did it disturb you?" his voice was quiet like velvet. But i was busy staring at the one dimple near his mouth, it looked luxurious when he smiled crookedly like that.

I quickly avert my eyes and look at his attire - he is a courier man - Gosh i was staring at a courier man like that. I was gonna give him a heart attack and see who is in shock now?

"You have any work to do or do you randomly press people's doorbells like that?" i ask and lean against the doorframe, making sure he has a good view of my legs.

He chuckles, "You have a letter right here" he hands me a brown envelope sealed with a red wax stamp - the stamp is a pair of wings - i frown and take it from him; our fingers touch and a shock reverberates through my body, i lose my footing and hobble backward, he grabs my waist and pulls me; and suddenly i find myself pressed against his hard chest. I look up at him and he is staring at me with blue glowing eyes, i almost forget to breath...

I gulp, suddenly very aware of my bare legs and arms, his hand skimmed over my arms in a gentle caress while his eyes kept me bewitched. For a minute i was unable to move; his touch sends goosebumps down my skin everywhere. he leans down towards me, my lips part in anticipation but then suddenly he pushes me away and i collide with the wall behind me; barely noticing the pain. I look at him with my mouth half open, he stares back. His muscles rise and fall with each long breath he takes; his long lashes brush his high cheekbones when he narrows his electric blue eyes at me and then he turns away and starts to leave; i come to my senses with a gasp

"Wait!!! You didn't even tell me your name!" i call out to him but he is already in the elevator and the elevator door closes on my face, i turn and take the stairs. Not caring that i am in shorts and tank top i run down the stairs. When i reach the lobby i see his tall silhouette going out of the main entrance.

"Hey! Pretty boy!!!!!" i call out again, waving my hand. He stops for a moment, turns and glares at me, his full lips pouting in a scowl. I stop dead in my tracks again; and then he is gone. I start to run after him but am grabbed by someone. "Hey!Leave me!" i growl and glare at Nick - my asshole neighbour - he smirks, "You were calling me?" he slurs in his bad French accent.

I roll my eyes and fold my arms over my chest, aware of my attire which i hadn't been in front of that stranger, "I am not going to grace that question with an answer"

"I don't see any pretty boy around here aside from me" he says, i almost gag

"Damn! I should probably see my eye doctor,huh?" i smile, "or maybe you should see YOUR shrink"

Back in my apartment, i lay across my bed and stare at the ceiling. I can't stop thinking about him, who was he? i wanna know his name or maybe i just want to be close to him again. I am Katherine Sullivan, 21 but still no boy has ever dared to touch me more than a handshake. I've got to about him.

After ten minutes i am sitting on my bike, ready to ride out and search that dark prince of mine.