Chapter 8: Am I that easy to forget?

(16 hours ago)

Cool breeze outside the club was enough to freeze you and it was hitting hard on my bare legs as I was wearing a thigh length dress, a sexy dress cause I wanted attention, I was honestly out of my head. But I somehow felt warm because I was wrapped around his arm.

His arm. The 'almost puking guy.'

Why did I even drink so much that I can't even stand straight now.

"Don't move so much or I'll be forced to carry you up."

"Don't touch me, you are so annoying. And your nose isn't so big either, then why?" I said to him , pushing him away.

"Why what?"

"Putting your nose on others' business every time."

"Very clever," he said with a slight smirk.

"I was born with it." I said crossing my hands and rubbing my arms as it was deadly cold.

"Come here"

"Why, what are you up to now?" I said even though I moved close to him.

"Nothing, just to save you from dying in the middle of the street out of a cold."

"Funny.'

"Thank you" he said pretending as if he didn't get my sarcasm. " taxi?"

"Oh finally you are leaving. Thank god."

" not I am leaving, we are leaving." he corrected.

"No we are not, I still got my two brothers to collect." ,"James?", "Stefan?"

"Your brothers already left. So we got to leave now too. Get on the cab."

"What the heck, they left? Without me? But it was my duty today. I had to take them home and they left. Those little pieces of shits."

"Yeah they are. Now you get in." he said, almost throwing me into the car. Am I a bag? How dare he?

And then we get in the car finally after all my drunk emotional breakdown and what not.

It was silent. Windows were up so the sound of cars was very low too. I was laying my head on his shoulder and his arm was still around me. A complete stranger but I feel as if we have known each other since ages. And on the other hand there are people who you know since ages but still feel as if they are just strangers.

Weird.

"Hey, are you going to kill me?" I asked him still head on his shoulder.

" Why would I kill you?"

" because I said those mean words to you in the washroom. Sorry, please don't kill me. I still haven't visited my dream place yet."

"Where is that dream place?"

"Vietnam."

"Vietnam? That's unique as for most of them is Maldives, Peru, something like that? Any specific reason?"

I shook my head, "when I was in 9th grade, one of my classmates who used to sit in front of me told me about this country. The way she described to me I was almost able to see it. So I just wanna go and make that image that I have in my brain into a reality."

"Were you close with that classmate?"

"Nope, she went to another school a year later. And we have never contacted each other since then."

"Okay." he said. But in his voice I could feel the curiosity to know more.

"She saw me cry. The one and only person who has ever seen me cry other than my parents." I explained.

"And why did you cry"

" because...someone ate my candy." I replied.

"What seriously?" He looked at me almost shocked.

"What do you think?"

"Nice joke." he said in an annoying tone.

"So you are really not taking me to kill me right?"

"I was not going to but after listening to your joke I changed my mind."

I looked at him with puppy eyes telling him not to, which almost made him burst into laughter which he held in. next time he won't be able to.

Is there even going to be one?

Next time.

And I felled asleep. On this shoulder.

Warm.

...…

The sound of shower woke me up. Stood up and went towards the bathroom to check whose showring.

"Excuse me whoever you are, can you please shower slowly? I woke up from my beauty sleep, ugh." I said, eyes still closed.

"Who do you think I am?" someone walked out and was standing behind me. I was too drunk to see his face clearly but yeah, he was naked, I mean there was a towel down there. And he has broad shoulders, nerve showing in his hands, Uhh his body is making me sober. But too drunk to see his face. Honestly I didn't bother to even see cause his body was more than enough.

"Tell me who I am?" he asked, with a firm voice as if he was pissed.

"...."

"Am I that easy to forget?" he said again.

Okay his voice is hot too. Dang, everything is moving around, my head is almost at the peak of bursting out.

"Probably a hot guy?" I said laughing and somehow I fell on the bed. Yeah, I am still drunk.

He gets above me, pinning me down with his hands, close enough for us to kiss, but why aren't we?

I was still laughing, giggling; a drunk habit of mine. It's embarrassing.

And the way he was staring into my eyes it's getting even more embarrassing now, I got to stop. But can i? Absolutely nope.

"You always laugh like you're about to cry. But guess what, it's still beautiful, you have the most amazing eyes." he said.

And our eyes met. It was blurry but enough for me. More and more enough to make me curve for his lips. Pink, soft, I mean I have not touched them yet but they look like one. I held his face with my hands around his earlobe and it was really hot and red.

Nervous. I was nervous. He was nervous. The night, the dim light, we all were nervous. But I wanted it.

Our lips hoover inches from each other for a few seconds before they just barely brush. It's just a soft press, but it ignites our entire bodies. I pull back and look at his eyes. They were still close, he was breathing heavily and me? I don't think I was even breathing. He's so close, so close that I can't feel my legs anymore. I can't feel my fingers, my body or the emptiness of the room because all I could feel was him. Everywhere. Only him.

He opened his eyes and said, "you have to remember this."

And we kissed again.

He tightened his hands around my waist and ran one over my back. Every part of me wanted him and didn't want it to end because I was getting addicted to it, to his touch. My hands were in his hairs pulling him closer, exploring his mouth with my tongue.

I was sober now, my eyes were wide open to see him clearly. To realize who it was.

Was it him all this time? Did he make me feel like this?

"Is it you? The almost puking guys?" I said, feeling embarrassed of everything i said to him at the washroom and now almost eating him up.

" What did you just call me?" "say that again" he demanded.

"Almost a puking guy!" I screamed. And somehow I was getting angry at him? Maybe to me?

"I love that." he said and brushed his lips into mine, then went for my necks. Ugh this guy. How can I even refuse his touches when they make me shiver all over.

I tried my best to hold over my moan so that he wouldn't notice.

"So who do you think I was, Inessa Brown." he said, still exploring my neck.

"Well some hot guy." I blurted out before even realizing what I was saying. And the next moment I regret it like nothing I ever had.

"So you think I am hot? Huh."

"I didn't mean that literally."

" Then what do you mean?"

"..."

"Tell me Inessa, c'mon i want an answer."

I still didn't answer and he was still exploring that same spot.

"This whole thing won't progress if you don't answer, Inessa. Sure you wont regret?" he asked again.

I will. I will hundred and ten percent regret this if it stops. But my ego is much bigger than this. Why is he even doing this? Annoying douchebag. But again I was drunk. Alcohol makes me do things that I don't think I can even imagine when I am sober.

"Goddammit ! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!" I finally said.

(to be continued)