Chapter 6

His Kisses

As I close my eyes, our lips met. I felt his warm and light kiss on mine. Millions of sensations awaken my hopelessly hoping heart. Excitement, happiness, shock, hope filled me. I was preoccupied by my fancy desires that I immediately response to his kiss. But like a fairytale with an ending, his lips gently left mine, hanging.

Afraid that it might be one of my fantasies, I slowly opened my eyes. But to my surprise, he eyed my lips. Fire raging his eyes, shouting for desire. Then, his eyes bore into mine. I saw confusion in his eyes but before I could say something, he already made his actions.

He took a step backward and cough awkwardly. He ran his hands through his face and sigh deeply. He then looked at me apologetic.

"I - I'm sorry Leigh.... I'm really sorry." He said with his regretful voice.

W-wait.... What's he's sorry for? I... I thought he likes the kiss?..... I'm sure of it! He likes it! I felt it!

"You're sorry for what?..... for the sudden kiss? or is it the thought that you felt.... sorry for your girlfriend for kissing me?"

I couldn't stop myself from saying what's on my mind right now. I feel like, he's been close yet so far to reach. I look at him with my distraught eyes and he did the same but with an intense look and without uncertainties.

"Both." He whispered and this time, without any doubt.

"What do you mean?" It was almost an incantation. It was like, I lost all my strength and hope.

"I am sorry for kissing you without asking and...I felt sorry for wanting your kisses than hers."

I got confused at what he said. What was that? I'm already wrinkling my forehead and waiting for his explanations. But he just chuckled and run a fingers through his hair while licking his lower lip.

"Damn. I might give in." He whispered.

"Arghh... You're confusing the hell out of me!"

Before I could throw in my sentiments, he quickly stole a kiss from me, get in his cars and went home.

I stared at his fading car.... Speechless.... Trying to absorb what just happened. H-he kissed me! We kissed! Damn!

My hands flew into my mouth and silently scream. My face heated and my heart started pumping so fast that I don't know how will it stop.

Even in bed, I'm still thinking about the kiss. Gosh. We just shared a kiss! Not just once! Ahhhhhh! It's real. OMG! Is he???

Did he?.....started to fall?...for me?...Oh God! I think I'm hyperventilating. I let out a tingling scream and smile.

"We did it self! We're almost there!" I whispered to myself.

I fell asleep wearing a victory smile. Early morning, I finished doing my daily fitness exercise and I was gonna start cooking when my door bell buzzed.

Without even looking at the mirror, I went to my door and without hesitation, I opened it.

My eyes widen when I saw Wesley, smiling widely wearing a white v-neck shirt, black jeans and his sneakers. I panicked and touched my sweaty face. Damn. I surely look like a mess!

My face heated when I heard him suppressed a laugh. I slowly lift my gaze at him. And there, I saw his teasing smile plastered in his face.

I was nowhere to go, so I widely open the door and gesture him to go inside.

"Don't look at me like that." I shyly said and groaned.

"like what?" He teasingly said.

"I know! I'm all sweat and I look like a gross with it." I irritatingly admitted.

He laughed sexily and went near me. I stepped back to avoid him. Shit. I smell gross. He might be turned off with my yucky smell.

"Stop right there Wesley! I'm damn sweaty!"

But instead of stopping, he keeps on coming closer and closer. When he arch his back and equal the level of my eyes, I tried to stop him by putting my hands in his chest. I was gonna push him when he tilted his head and brush his lips into mine.

My eyes widen in shock but before it could sink into me, he already let go of my lips. He looked satisfied with my reaction, so, he surpassed me and went straight into my kitchen.

I shake my head to get into my sense and to get off of my heated face. I calmed myself down and restraint from screaming. I compose myself before going after him.

When I went in to my kitchen, I saw him unpacking a foods from a plastic bag. I didn't saw him holding that. Maybe because I panicked and got distracted.

I went near him to help but he's already done. I saw canned goods, noodles, juices, and more. I even saw a milk. Which I don't drink.

"I still have stocks for a few more days." I stated.

"Just making sure you won't starve yourself." He fired.

I roll my eyes cause I know what he meant by that. He's thinking that I don't know how to cook or even do a household thing just because I live in wealth.

"Thanks for the judgement." I sarcastically fired him.

He laughed and shake his head while I glare at him. Duh. Yes, I lived with maids around me but that doesn't give credits. Even with a lots of housemaids, my Mom won't even let me command or order them. She always make sure that I'm doing anything I want by myself. That's how harsh my Mom is.

"Would you mind proving it?" He raillery said.

I smiled confidently at him and started preparing the ingredients for the dish I wanna cook. For the breakfast, I'm used to Pancakes. But since I have an unexpected visitor, rice, breakfast mediterranean scramble and some bacon will do for him.

I don't do heavy breakfast, therefore, I'll eat my beloved strawberry pancake with pineapple juice of course. I'm on diet so, no heavy foods for me.

"By the way...you look sexy wearing that seductive clothes."