The Ugly Truth

Omari's heart skipped a beat, no, it felt like it stopped beating entirely. He watched as Amber closed the distance between them until there was only millimeters between them. His eyes continued straying to her lips. Her pink, succulent looking lips, very soon it would be on his. He closed his eyes and was about to start leaning forward

While he was expecting to feel something on his lips, he felt Amber's hand brush his. She opened his palm and kept a folded paper inside it before squeezing it close. Her lips parted as she spoke.

"Call me" She whispered onto his face. He felt the pleasant sensation as her warm breath caressed his nostrils creating a beautiful fragrance that he would've given anything to perceive once more.

After saying those words, Amber increased the distance between them and walked back into her house. Omari opened his eyes a few seconds later, and saw no one in front of him.