Chapter 2 I'm married

Two weeks before school Resumption.

It has been two weeks ever since I had unintentionally run hit Rhea with my car, and since that day, we have formed an inexplicable bond. Who would have thought something like that would have brought us closer?

I don't know what happened that night that had her running, looking scared and bruised, but up till this very moment, she hasn't told me what happened and I don't want to pressure her, but whatever happened, I am extremely grateful because I got to meet her and I know it's soon, but right now she has been the third thing I look forward to every day.

I was currently in my cabin, preparing a small dinner with Rhea. Our routine these past days consists of us always texting each other. If we text, we are into late-night calls. She mentioned one time on call that she likes jogging at night, so I would occasionally jog at night too just so I could run into her.

Despite always talking on the phone, I knew very little about Rhea. So far, the only things I know about her was she has a sister, she likes jogging and she hates pineapple on pizza.

Honestly who the fuck puts pineapple on pizza?

So that was all I knew about Rhea and to be honest, I was looking forward to getting to know her. It was like I knew everything about her but at the same time, I knew absolutely nothing about her. She says the random things about her, but never the ones that make her differ from others. I want to know what she thinks of before going to bed, what she thinks of a certain place. Then I want to be in her head, understand her way of thinking, why she thinks that way and what she would do in a certain position.

You could say I am getting obsessed but I honestly give zero fucks.

All I knew was, I had a crush on Rhea.

Whenever I send a message and her reply comes in, I get butterflies. I think about her way too much. In the shower, when I'm taking pictures of random things, when editing, literally all the time.

She was a mystery I was excited about uncovering.

I picked up my phone, looking at the time it showed it was almost 6:00 pm so she should be here any moment now.

I quickly set everything up and rush into my bathroom to shower. Usually, I would dress in my everyday clothes. A hoodie, sweats and a beanie hat.

Today wasn't different, but I wanted something different.

Was I trying to impress her?

Fuck yes, I was!

From my small bathroom, I hear a knock on my door, I knew that was Rhea at the door because I never get any visitors.

"Come in" I yelled from my room.

I take a final look at myself in the mirror. I have dressed in some black ripped jeans, an oversized white T-shirt and my signature beanie hat over my long brown hair.

I picked my phone from my bed and ran down the small stairs leading to my living room.

Rhea stood at the wall, tracing her fingers looking at some pictures I had taken. She was wearing plaid black and white dress over a white sleeves turtle neck and some boots. Her hair rose gold balayage hair held in a messy bun.

Right now, she looked stunning.

Amazing.

Beautiful.

Divine.

"Hey, are you okay? You zoomed out for a bit" her ever delicate voice takes me off my trance. I look into her beautiful grey eyes, getting lost in them. My eyes make their way down to the upturned nose, admiring the freckles that lay there, beautifying her perfectly heart like face. My gaze goes down to her perfectly proportioned pink lips staring at them in awe.

"Beautiful," I say.

Fuck, had I said that out loud?

She looked taken stunned for a moment but that was immediately replaced with a smile as her cheeks turned a crimson shade of red.

"Thank you," she says smiling "You look good too" she compliments me back and I blush.

I could feel zoomed out as I stared at her features again.

"This way," I say quickly, taking her to where I had set a little dinner for us.

"So, I set out a little something for us. I got us some pizza, some wine and some snacks we could nibble on as we get to know more about each other" I say with a bit of hesitation in my voice, hoping she would like my little surprise.

"Thank you. This is so thoughtful of you" she says taking her seat opposite me.

We ate our pizza and drank wine, and when we were done, we moved to the little hammock that I had outside my cabin.

Rhea sat on my end whilst I sat on the other end. We were playing twenty questions. A game where we ask each question to get to know ourselves.

So far, I have learned that her full name is Rhea Genova McMillian, her little sister is twenty-three and works in a club as a strip club. She prefers coffee to tea, she likes men's cologne, hates anything that smells fruity, she hates people who chew loudly, she prefers nights to mornings, her go-to Starbucks drink is iced macchiato.

She loves the rain, her idea of a perfect date is indoors, popcorn, wine and some oversized comfy clothes.

Honestly, I could go on about the lists of things I've learned about her tonight.

I stare at her in awe as she talked, noticing every itsy bitsy detail on her face.

for example, her eyes become wide when she talks about things that she likes and things which she is excited about, and her face scrunches her face when talking about displeasing to her.

She was so perfect, and I was in awe of her beauty.

I realised I was leaning in for a kiss and did not attempt to stop. If anything, I leaned in further, staring at her lips, then at her eyes.

She was looking at my lips too.

she wanted the kiss to happen.

I look at her eyes again, silently seeking permission. when I noticed she was backing away.

so I lean in and connected our lips her lips felt magical against mine. she starts to reciprocate the kiss, matching my rhythm.

I feel my insides tingle with excitement as we sat there, exploring each other's lips. This was most definitely not my first kiss, but this was the first kiss that made me feel all sorts of things.

What started as a slow and sensual kiss quickly turned into a heated make-out session, as she bit my button lip, making me moan.

"Stop" she yells all of a sudden, scaring me.

"What is the matter? are you okay?" I ask, with confusion written all over my face.

"Yes, I'm okay" she replies backing away from me, which kinda stinks if I'm being honest.

"Did I do something wrong?" I ask, even though she was pulling away from me as I hut her.

"No, you did nothing wrong. But this can't happen again" she says, getting up from the hammock, walking into the living room.

I followed behind her wondering what could have caused this sudden change of attitude.

"Why can't this happen again? you can't deny you didn't feel what I feel back there" I say taking her hand in mine.

"I did. I felt all those and it was a magical kiss. But this can't happen again" she says looking down.

"Because I'm married," she said as she walked out the door, breaking my heart in the process.