Chapter 2 You're making my life miserable

Camila's POV

It's as deep as I anticipated. I would have gone to the bathroom and laughed uncontrollably if it had been a high pitch. So that I might enjoy some happiness today, I wish he had a high-pitched voice.

The blood in my body immediately raced toward my face, giving me a tingly feeling between my legs. Oh my god, no! You're dating someone! My inner sex goddess was evoked.

I looked around to confirm that he was speaking to me. I do enough embarrassing things every day without having to reply. No one else was in the area.

"Umm, me?" I answered unsurely, pointing to myself to be sure he was speaking to me.

He firmly answered, "Yes," while rubbing the back of his neck. I followed my gaze down to his neck, where I noticed a silver ring secured with black straps. It was breathtakingly gorgeous.

I can see his Adam's apple moving up and down as he cleared his throat a little again. "Can I help you?" I asked him with a smile as I returned my gaze to his.

What can I do for you, an extraordinary man, as a regular human woman?

Is he an alien, perhaps?

Nobody can look so nice, after all.

He put his hands back into his pockets and rocked back and forth a little as he added, "I saw you here several times around here, and I was wondering if you want to go out sometime?"

Sexy extraterrestrial, you want to take me?

I don't find it surprising that he isn't used to asking females out. If someone constantly flung themselves at me, I wouldn't ask them out either.

As his eyes darted to me, a tiny smile tugged gently across his stubbled jaw, revealing a single deep dimple.

Goddamn, did this lovely extraterrestrial just ask me out?

My heart is pumping blood quickly throughout my body, and I can feel it. I couldn't stop my heart from beating so much, even though I know it's terrible.

I spread my hands and said, "But we are outside."

Calm down, Camila. Buttery smooth.

He let out a low, ragged laugh while biting his dry lower lip in the cold air. "How about a date?"

"I don't eat that fruit, it hurts my teeth," I say, grinning and blinking a couple of times.

It would be less awkward if you pushed him down and fled.

"Is it too sweet for you?" he asks, his brows furrowing as a brief laugh slips out. He gives me a cunning smile.

Mister Alien, you're too lovely for me.

"Way too sweet, indeed. It's too much for me to bear. Do you enjoy eating dates? I remarked as I felt the perspiration trickle down my armpits and played with my fingers.

He is attractive, which is why I continue to speak with him.

I don't need that," he says, puffing up his wide chest after taking a long breath. Just gazing at your adorable body makes my teeth ache."

I raise an eyebrow and scoff once, "Corny much?"

"Camila's POV

It's as deep as I anticipated. I would have gone to the bathroom and laughed uncontrollably if it had been a high pitch. So that I might enjoy some happiness today, I wish he had a high-pitched voice.

The blood in my body immediately raced toward my face, giving me a tingly feeling between my legs. Oh my god, no! You're dating someone! My inner sex goddess was evoked.

I looked around to confirm that he was speaking to me. I do enough embarrassing things every day without having to reply. No one else was in the area.

"Umm, me?" I answered unsurely, pointing to myself to be sure he was speaking to me.

He firmly answered, "Yes," while rubbing the back of his neck. I followed my gaze down to his neck, where I noticed a silver ring secured with black straps. It was breathtakingly gorgeous.

I can see his Adam's apple moving up and down as he cleared his throat a little again. "Can I help you?" I asked him with a smile as I returned my gaze to his.

What can I do for you, an extraordinary man, as a regular human woman?

Is he an alien, perhaps?

Nobody can look so nice, after all.

He put his hands back into his pockets and rocked back and forth a little as he added, "I saw you here several times around here, and I was wondering if you want to go out sometime?"

Sexy extraterrestrial, you want to take me?

I don't find it surprising that he isn't used to asking females out. If someone constantly flung themselves at me, I wouldn't ask them out either.

As his eyes darted to me, a tiny smile tugged gently across his stubbled jaw, revealing a single deep dimple.

Goddamn, did this lovely extraterrestrial just ask me out?

My heart is pumping blood quickly throughout my body, and I can feel it. I couldn't stop my heart from beating so much, even though I know it's terrible.

I spread my hands and said, "But we are outside."

Calm down, Camila. Buttery smooth.

He let out a low, ragged laugh while biting his dry lower lip in the cold air. "How about a date?"

"I don't eat that fruit, it hurts my teeth," I say, grinning and blinking a couple of times.

It would be less awkward if you pushed him down and fled.

"Is it too sweet for you?" he asks, his brows furrowing as a brief laugh slips out. He gives me a cunning smile.

Mister Alien, you're too lovely for me.

"Way too sweet, indeed. It's too much for me to bear. Do you enjoy eating dates? I remarked as I felt the perspiration trickle down my armpits and played with my fingers.

He is attractive, which is why I continue to speak with him.

I don't need that," he says, puffing up his wide chest after taking a long breath. Just gazing at your adorable body makes my teeth ache."

I raise an eyebrow and scoff once, "Corny much?"

"My flirting skills aren't exactly smooth, are they?" With a slight giggle, he sticks out his tongue.

With your appearance, who needs the ability to flirt?

I gave a headshake. "Ever consider going to the library?"

"For what?" he inquired.

"There is this book called Flirting for Dummies."

His head was tilted, his soft brown hair was quickly swept to one side, and his amusing lip curled upward. "How about I try this again?"

Intrigued, I sat there with my arms crossed.

Let's watch how this develops.

He said, "You know consuming dates has its benefits," and he sat down next to me.

"Such as?"

He leaned over and clasped his big, solid hands together as he said, "Aids in hangovers, reducing chances of getting certain cancers, and boosting energy."

Leave now, intelligent and beautiful alien. Increasing energies? You're making my life miserable. "Every fruit does that," I said, swiveling to face him.

He grinned and said, "I meant boosting sexual energies."

"Strawberries can do the same thing." I leaned down on my knees to get a better look at him, and I bit my lip.

He seems to be bending closer to me. "You like strawberries?"

I lean in with him indistinctly. "I love strawberries."

As though I were the only person in the park, ice blues stared at me and asked, "Plain?"

I said, "No, with chocolate."

His steaming breath is touching my lips. "What about whipped cream?"

"I like them on my strawberries, too."

With a sneer on his lips, he said, "I prefer them on something else."

"What else is it good for other than strawberries?" I bit my lip.

He held out a finger, signaling for me to approach. As he cupped his hands over his mouth, tucked my stubborn hair behind my ear, and kissed my lips with his hot, searing breath, I moved inward, my thigh hitting his. "Ice cream," he muttered.

I pushed him away with a loud chuckle that I let out while covering my mouth.

"Oh, of course! I wiped the light water from the corner of my eyes and remarked, "How stupid of me to forget such a significant dessert."

"I'm not a fruit guy," he replied, twitching his lips as he ran his thin fingers through his untidy hair.

I chuckled briefly before asking, "What kind of guy are you?"

His lips are pressed together as he says, "I'm more of a seafood kind of guy."

I arched a brow and crossed my legs. "Oh? What kind of seafood is your favorite?

Leaning back into my burned ears, he drew us closer once again.

"Oyster. I adore oysters.

After that, my mouth fell to the chilly floor. I closed it and turned to face him, rubbing my nose against his. A malicious smirk appeared in his eyes, and I noticed a mischievous gleam.

"You know there is a method in eating oysters," he said in a whisper.

Our noses brushed against each other as I shook my head. "I didn't know that."

He answered, "Many don't know, but lucky for you, I happen to be an expert," without retreating.

"You're willing to share your secret?" I exhale.

"Yes."

"Educate me," I said tremblingly.

His fingers are in contact with mine. "It cannot be eaten immediately. It must be carefully and carefully prepared. When it's ready, you must appreciate the artwork and enjoy it. He spoke slowly, steadily, and calmly, "Drink the juice completely, eat it as if it were your last."

As I drank in his drunken words, my throat tightened and my mind cleared of all ideas.

"Do you happen to know where I can eat an oyster?" He gives me another sly smile.

"Th-there is a place n-near here that sells f-fresh cold o-oyster."

His voice was huskier than before when he said, "I prefer my oyster hot and moist."

The cool air mixes with our broiling breaths. His fingertip touched mine, and I could feel it. Icy blues, brimming with implicit longing, locked into my dark brown.

I gulped, took a long, trembling breath, and leaped to my feet, stepping back from what I thought was the danger area.

He gave me a bewildered expression. I needed water since my throat was dry. He rose to his feet, looming over my small frame, and extended his hand. "What's wrong-"

"I apologize. "I have a boyfriend." I let out a yell.

While my unwanted sister below screams in disappointment, especially since she prepared a waterfall, my conscious gave me a high five for doing the right thing.

He opened his lips to speak, but I knew it was time for me to go when my cell phone rang.

"Excuse me, I have to go." I smiled a little at him, put on my headphones, and walked away.

I turned to look at him after he had speed-walked close to my car and was chatting with his friend.

The corner of his lips tipped down as his friend let out a loud laugh, and he turned to face me. He took one tentative stride in my direction but quickly retreated, biting the back of his mouth.

I instantly shake my mind, telling myself that this is wrong because I have a partner.

I instantly turn around and head for my car.

It's unbelievable that I allowed him to make so many sexual approaches toward me! Stupid hormones!

I held a hand over my chest and bit my fingernails as I climbed into my car. I can feel it thumping hard. I put my head on my wheel and my hands on it.

Stop beating, please. aren't exactly smooth, are they?" With a slight giggle, he sticks out his tongue.

With your appearance, who needs the ability to flirt?

I gave a headshake. "Ever consider going to the library?"

"For what?" he inquired.

"There is this book called Flirting for Dummies."

His head was tilted, his soft brown hair was quickly swept to one side, and his amusing lip curled upward. "How about I try this again?"

Intrigued, I sat there with my arms crossed.

Let's watch how this develops.

He said, "You know consuming dates has its benefits," and he sat down next to me.

"Such as?"

He leaned over and clasped his big, solid hands together as he said, "Aids in hangovers, reducing chances of getting certain cancers, and boosting energy."

Leave now, intelligent and beautiful alien. Increasing energies? You're making my life miserable. "Every fruit does that," I said, swiveling to face him.

He grinned and said, "I meant boosting sexual energies."

"Strawberries can do the same thing." I leaned down on my knees to get a better look at him, and I bit my lip.

He seems to be bending closer to me. "You like strawberries?"

I lean in with him indistinctly. "I love strawberries."

As though I were the only person in the park, ice blues stared at me and asked, "Plain?"

I said, "No, with chocolate."

His steaming breath is touching my lips. "What about whipped cream?"

"I like them on my strawberries, too."

With a sneer on his lips, he said, "I prefer them on something else."

"What else is it good for other than strawberries?" I bit my lip.

He held out a finger, signaling for me to approach. As he cupped his hands over his mouth, tucked my stubborn hair behind my ear, and kissed my lips with his hot, searing breath, I moved inward, my thigh hitting his. "Ice cream," he muttered.

I pushed him away with a loud chuckle that I let out while covering my mouth.

"Oh, of course! I wiped the light water from the corner of my eyes and remarked, "How stupid of me to forget such a significant dessert."

"I'm not a fruit guy," he replied, twitching his lips as he ran his thin fingers through his untidy hair.

I chuckled briefly before asking, "What kind of guy are you?"

His lips are pressed together as he says, "I'm more of a seafood kind of guy."

I arched a brow and crossed my legs. "Oh? What kind of seafood is your favorite?

Leaning back into my burned ears, he drew us closer once again.

"Oyster. I adore oysters.

After that, my mouth fell to the chilly floor. I closed it and turned to face him, rubbing my nose against his. A malicious smirk appeared in his eyes, and I noticed a mischievous gleam.

"You know there is a method in eating oysters," he said in a whisper.

Our noses brushed against each other as I shook my head. "I didn't know that."

He answered, "Many don't know, but lucky for you, I happen to be an expert," without retreating.

"You're willing to share your secret?" I exhale.

"Yes."

"Educate me," I said tremblingly.

His fingers are in contact with mine. "It cannot be eaten immediately. It must be carefully and carefully prepared. When it's ready, you must appreciate the artwork and enjoy it. He spoke slowly, steadily, and calmly, "Drink the juice completely, eat it as if it were your last."

As I drank in his drunken words, my throat tightened and my mind cleared of all ideas.

"Do you happen to know where I can eat an oyster?" He gives me another sly smile.

"Th-there is a place n-near here that sells f-fresh cold o-oyster."

His voice was huskier than before when he said, "I prefer my oyster hot and moist."

The cool air mixes with our broiling breaths. His fingertip touched mine, and I could feel it. Icy blues, brimming with implicit longing, locked into my dark brown.

I gulped, took a long, trembling breath, and leaped to my feet, stepping back from what I thought was the danger area.

He gave me a bewildered expression. I needed water since my throat was dry. He rose to his feet, looming over my small frame, and extended his hand. "What's wrong-"

"I apologize. "I have a boyfriend." I let out a yell.

While my unwanted sister below screams in disappointment, especially since she prepared a waterfall, my conscious gave me a high five for doing the right thing.

He opened his lips to speak, but I knew it was time for me to go when my cell phone rang.

"Excuse me, I have to go." I smiled a little at him, put on my headphones, and walked away.

I turned to look at him after he had speed-walked close to my car and was chatting with his friend.

The corner of his lips tipped down as his friend let out a loud laugh, and he turned to face me. He took one tentative stride in my direction but quickly retreated, biting the back of his mouth.

I instantly shake my mind, telling myself that this is wrong because I have a partner.

I instantly turn around and head for my car.

It's unbelievable that I allowed him to make so many sexual approaches toward me! Stupid hormones!

I held a hand over my chest and bit my fingernails as I climbed into my car. I can feel it thumping hard. I put my head on my wheel and my hands on it.

Stop beating, please.