Perfect yet imperfect

I search for my phone, hearing it ring loudly and when I finally find it, I sit up straight in my chair with a smile. I hadn't gotten a phone call in a while.

"Are you Emmalyn Smith?" A woman with the prettiest sounding voice asks.

"Yes ma'am, that is I." "And you spoke to a man about an interview, correct?"

I can't believe he considered the idea of hiring me "Yes ma'am, about three days ago."

"Mr. Foreman said you are approved for an interview for today." I gasp,

"Oh goodness gracious."

"Is that a yes, miss?"

"Why yes, of course, I am just shocked.

I didn't think he would keep the card, let alone give me an interview. You see, the other day I-"

"Ma'am." I shake my head and get back to the subject at hand.

"Yes! Yes, that is a yes."

"Great, your interview is scheduled for eleven this morning." The lady with the pretty voice gives me the address and his room number and I smile.

"Thank you so much! Bless your heart!"

She hangs up after I say this and I put my phone down. I dance around horribly in front of my bed in excitement.

After I grow tired, I stop and flop on the bed. I begin thinking of my parents and how happy they would be right now, I was finally going to be able to pay off their debts. Without even realizing it, tears begun dripping down my face and I just let it flow as I take in the quiet house that use to be full of so much laughter and joy. I miss them.

I thought before drifting off to sleep. I have a job interview tomorrow and I have, I need to nail it. I needed to hurry since it was already ten thirty and the address the lady gave me was sort of far from where I lived.

After grabbing my bag and putting my sandals on, I take my blue coat that matched the blue dress I was wearing and stuff a sandwich in my bag before tossing it over my shoulder.

I had to skip school for this, so I hope it was worth it and that I get the job. After turning all the lights off, I close the door behind me and get inside the truck. As I try to start it, it makes a weird noise and doesn't turn on. I hit my head on the wheel, making the honk go off.

"Oh, come on, don't do this to me, Betsy. Please work for mama." I didn't have the money to pay to get it fixed, so it wasn't like I could do much.

I decided to try the trick My Dad once taught me. I take the key out and put it back in, turning it in the same position ten times in a row before stopping.

I wait for about five minutes and try starting it again. I smile and pump a fist into the air when the engine finally starts.

After kissing the wheel multiple times I say, "Thank you Betsy, thank you! See, this is why mama loves you."

I turn on the radio and let my favorite station play as I drive to the coffee shop first. I wanted to get Mr. Boss a muffin and coffee to start the day with the rest of the money I had left.

Everyone loves muffins and coffee, right? Once I have successfully got the coffee and muffin, I make my way to the place. I get there soon and check my phone to see I am fifteen minutes late. Oh shucks. I place my bag over my shoulder and get out of the car. After locking it, I stare at the tall building in awe.

I had only seen tall and expensive looking buildings and shops as I drove here, but this one topped all of them. This neighborhood was far more good looking than mine.

Our carbuncled, burned-out, low-rise buildings were no match for their brownstone, high- rise and ionic buildings. I felt out of place as I stepped into the building.

Women wore pricey stilettos with even more expensive outfits, compared to my worn out sandal and twenty fifteen dress from Burlington. I didn't belong at all. That is quite alright though. Everyone is not supposed to be the same. I smile and prepare myself for the interview. I had practiced a few things in the car, so I knew I was going to nail this. Besides, I brought muffins! It wasn't long before I found the man's office number.

I say a short prayer before knocking three times. "Come on." I hear him grumble. I step inside with a smile and hold my hand out for him to shake.

"Hi! Good morning, m-"

"Take a seat, Ms. Smith." I listen and take a seat at the chair in front of the desk he is sitting behind.

As I look closer at him, I see just how attractive he is.

The grumpy man wore his hair in a hard part, pressed with gel that made his hair shine. A medium length stubble rested on his sharp jawline as well.

But the part that had me blushing was his eyes. Eye bags rested underneath his emerald colored eyes looking as if he hadn't slept in weeks. I had never seen such beautiful yet mysterious eyes.

Everyone had pretty eyes, but his had me mesmerized.

"Ms. Smith?" He says sternly, waiting for me to reply. I hadn't even realized he had asked me something.

"You have real nice eyes." I say and he doesn't reply. There was something about him that had my feet tingling and heart racing just looking at him.

I had only been with one man my entire life, and he certainly wasn't like this. I had been talking to this guy my age on the internet for about three months. Now, looking back on it, that probably wasn't my best idea. One day, he decided to meet with me and I was thrilled. He came by and convinced me to give him my virginity. He had promised me a relationship and everything before that.

But after that morning, he blocked me on everything and I never saw him again. This man is nothing like that, though. He was merely a boy, but he was a man. A very attractive man at that.

I giggle at my thoughts and he rolls his eyes, "The interview will begin now, Ms. Smith."

"Wait!" I handed him the coffee I had sat on his desk and the muffin from my bag.

"I brought you breakfast." He stares at the coffee and muffin with the same frown he has had since I met him.

I bet he'd look just adorable if he smiled. "I didn't ask for this." He says.

"I know, but everyone loves coffee and muffins." He pushes it back to me,

"I don't want it."

"It's all right, you can take it, Mr. Boss!" I say, pushing it back to him.

"No."

"Yes."

"No." I pushed it back to him.

"Please, I spent the rest of my money on it. Oh please take it, Mr. Boss."

He stares at the muffin, then at me, then back at the muffin before accepting it and I smile happily.

"I don't want the coffee." He grumbles.

"Thank you." I take my glasses out of my bag and put them on.

"These are only reading glasses." I say, adjusting them.

"I didn't ask." He replies and opens the muffin. As he begins eating, I decide to eat my sandwich, taking the crusts off before taking a bite.

There was nothing like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I finish quickly and laugh, staring at Mr. Boss. "You like muffins a lot, don't you? It's not going anywhere, you know?" I say, watching him devour the meal.

He looks up at me as if remembering I am here and wipes his mouth, throws the muffin in the trash next to him, and sits up straight.

"The only reason you are even in this building is because you need to pay me back for crashing into my porch."

"I underst-"

"Let's start. What is your experience in working, Ms. Smith?"

"I've had about seven jobs since I was sixteen."

"Education?"

"I'm in my senior year."

He looks at me in shock, "Then why aren't you in school right now?"

"I'm having this job interview with this grumpy bossy boss, Mr boss" I said and giggled.

"You're supposed to be in school" he says sternly.

"I really, really need the job, sir" I say pitifully.

"But why? You're supposed to be in class, learning"

"I'm on debts, Mr boss" I say and he looked at me bewildered.

"What do you mean debts?"

"Well, you see...my parents died in a plane crash few months ago, I'm trying to pay off their debts, Mr boss. I also want to pay the bills" And for the first time since I saw him three days ago, his eyes displayed emotions for the first time, he felt pity for me.

"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss" he says sympathetically.

"It's okay" I say and waved him off.

"But how do you plan on doing a full time job when you're still in school?"

"Uhm..." I actually haven't thought of that.

"I was hoping I can get a part time thing-"

"And you thought of working for a company?" He says as if I'm the stupidest person he's ever met.

"Well-"

"It's okay, we'll think of something and get you something more suitable" he says with the littlest smile I've ever seen him with.

"Really?" I asked extremely happy. He nodded his head and I had an ear-to-ear grin

"thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you"

"Your resume is horrible by the way" he says and my face falls.

Oh

"You're hired. You'd be my personal assistant for whenever you're not at school. Don't annoy me as much as you already do right now, come on time, and you might last longer than a week."

I was going to start work next week.

So I'm trying my best to have my high school life within is one week. Pathetic, I know. But from next week, I'm going to be a mutant teenager. What does that even mean? I'll tell yah.

Firstly, I'm expected at the office by 6am so I can leave 8:30, when school is about to start. Im also expected to be on my phone the whole hours I'm at school, after school, I'm to walk straight to work and I'm not leaving till 7pm, which means I get to be home somewhat late and instead of being fast asleep by the time I get home, no, I'm to look at everything that needs to be sorted out for the next day since I'd be at school for those hours. Can my life get any worst? Oh, and how can I forget.

I'm also working on Saturdays, which means I'm only free on Sundays and the only day I can get a goodnight sleep would be on Saturdays. This is practically hell, but I gotta pay off my parents debts and pay the bill as well.

I would have have gotten a job as a waitress part time or even at the library but the money won't be enough. So I'm working my ass off.

I wanted to do all the normal high school shit within this week, which is why I agreed to go for a party tonight.

God knows when next I might be able to attend a freaking party, probably when I'm eighty and dying. Liz and I were laying on my messy bed and eating ice cream.

It was the last Friday evening before my life is turned to a workaholic manifested teenage episodes and exactly after 96 hours before I'll be sitting in a class room and still working on my phone, considering if education or the job is really worth it.

"How about we start getting ready? Noah soon will be here to pick us up." Liz suddenly asked, as she threw her phone away.

"I thought we're picking him up." I laughed, while still eating the ice cream.

"How are you gonna get into a dress?" my best friend yelled at me and grabbed my spoon and the container.

I knew she would never mean it in a serious way, so I laughed at her.

"I wanna get drunk you idiot, so Noah promised me to not get drunk and drive us back."

Liz said and got out of my bed. It was already dark outside and to be honest, I felt pretty cozy in my warm bed.

I sighed "I thought it's in your summer house and we're staying there until morning." I shook my head, but also slowly got up to see what to wear.

The plan was to sleep a little bit until someone of us is somewhat sober, then drive us back home.

"Well, that will happen anyways. What are the chances that Noah actually won't drink?" she said and walked into my bathroom.

I started to laugh. Noah is always the first one who's throwing up in a kitchen's sink. I started to lift up all the nice dresses that I own.

"Wear something your age, you little slut." Liz leered at me from the bathroom's door and threw a toothbrush at me.

"You are seriously so stupid." I shook my head once again because if you would see her dress, everything would get clear in a second.

She was wearing light pink and tight dress which didn't leave much for imagination. I decided for a simple black slip dress with my new converses my mom got me but I never got the chance to wear them.

"Wow damn, you look fat in this dress, Em. Since when did you become so fat?" suddenly I heard deep and a little bit raspy voice from behind me.

I would recognize that voice even when sleeping.

"Oh, no wait! You always look like that!" I could see him smirking from my doorway.

"Get the fuck out Xavier! And what are you doing here anyways?" I took a pillow from my bed and threw it at him. Obviously his reflexes were so much faster than mine, so before I could even blink, he had caught the pillow and was throwing it back.

It landed on my face and almost made me fall.

"If I'm being completely honest though, you look kind of good." he winked at me before finally leaving. Without noticing, my lips curled up for a little smile.

Xavier has been that boy whom I have loved, then hated, then loved again, then hated again. Mostly hated, though.

Our parents were friends probably since the day we were born, because we basically spent our whole childhood together. His mom wanted me to come stay with them after my parents died, but I rejected the offer, I wanted to keep the house they've built with so much love and laughter to remain that way.

I promised that and I was gonna uphold to that promise. Xavier and I bullied and abused each other all the time. Once I even got him a black eye, then he pushed me and I broke my leg. But there was time when we were also friends. Best friends.

We're still friends, but it has gotten a lot weirder since we're both grown up already. Since we spent all the time together, I've seen him running around the house without his diaper, I also remember the first time he peed his bed and came to me because we were having a sleepover that night.

He has hated peas his whole life and once in dinner he put them in his nose, just because his mom wanted for him to eat them, so we had to spend the whole afternoon in the hospital where they tried to get it out. I was also there when he got his first skateboard on his birthday.

Since that day I probably have never seem him without it. He's not that passionate about it anymore sadly. I remember when I learned how to read, so he also did only because he didn't want for me to be ahead of him. Ever.

I was there when his parents split up, later that year got divorced. He used to hang at my place after school practically every day since his parents were always yelling at each other. I was there for him when he made his decision to stay here with his mom, while his dad moved to Paris.

I also remember how we were playing some video game when he got a call from his dad. It was a dark winter night. We were both 13, Xavier almost 14. His dad told him that Noora, his new wife, is pregnant. That was the last time they ever talked. That night we also got drunk for the first time.

Next morning my mom came into my room and found us sleeping on the floor with her and dad's wine and whiskey bottles around us. 
"At least no one died, mom." I remember myself saying. I miss her so much. He was there for when when my parents died.

He stayed with me for a whole month and moved out when his mom got sick. In the past months, that bond, friendship or whatever we had, just kind of slipped away. Now we are just jerks to each other all the time and we also don't see each other that much anymore. We definitely don't hang out just as too as we used to. Noah was already beeping from outside, while Liz was trying to put on some mascara.

"You've had enough already. You look great!" I took that mascara away from her and pushed her out of my room, then downstairs.

We reached the car and Xavier was already leaning on the passenger side.

"I call shotgun" Liz yelled as she ran and pushed Xavier from the door, slammed it and sat down comfortably.

I looked at her amused and chuckled to myself.

"Why are you here anyways?" I say to Xavier.

"Isn't it obvious." He says and I shake my head.

"I want to keep an eye on you at the party, so you don't do anything stupid. obviously" he says and I roll eyes.

Once we finally arrived to the house, it was already full with cars and random people running around.

"I thought this was your party with some other freaks but I guess this might be actually fun." Xavier looked intrigued by the situation, while I just wanted to go home.

"Loosen up a bit. Let's go have some fun!" he playfully hit my arm and I just rolled my eyes at him. He then grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the car. I ended up being pressed closely to his body. We both gasped, being surprised. His arms were around my waist, his blue, almost gray eyes were intensively staring at mine and he smelled even a little bit too nice. I was actually not surprised by the fact that we were still standing like this, but about how good this felt.

I couldn't remember the last time we've touched. I mean, yes, when we were little kids, he even showed me his dick once and we used to hug all the time and cuddle while sleeping. Everyone was drinking, smoking, dancing and yelling along the music. Including myself.

I hadn't seen Xavier that much after we got inside, but I didn't really care. Shots after shots and then even more shots. Before noticing, I was already sitting on the floor with at least ten more other people around me. Liz and Xavier included.

Since when did he even get here? Everything around me was just happening way too fast.

"Let's play spin the bottle, bitches!" some blonde girl yelled and everyone except me, started to shout.

I leant little bit away from them because my head was starting to get all blurry and there was this weird feeling in my stomach like I wanted to puke. I was so wasted.

"Liz! Truth or dare?" the same blonde girl spun the bottle at Liz and asked with a playful smile.


My eyes laid on Xavier. He was casually sitting with one of his leg up, the other just laying.

There was some bottle in his hand but it looked like he's the only one who's not wasted from us. My eyes kept exploring his messy, dark, sometimes a little bit wavy hair, his calm face, his not that much muscular arms, but still enough to make me star.

They were almost all covered in tattoos. It could be just alcohol but I've looked at him this way just a few times before this. He was beautiful. Actually, he was very beautiful.

"Truth or dare, Lizzy?" Emily yelled at me, still getting my name wrong, while some guy passed me the vodka bottle. I gladly took it and drank from it, ignoring that disgusting feeling in my stomach and my head spinning around just like that stupid bottle.

"Dare!" I smirked and it felt like I could do anything now. I was ready to play. That girl looked at me with a furious smile.

"Kiss Xavier!" she quietly hissed but I could hear her clearly.

My mind needed a few seconds before I could understand her words. That's when my face dropped and I started to hear my own heartbeat pulsing in my ears.

Everyone in the room held their breath, because basically everyone in this shitty town knew the situation between me and Xavier. Thought about feeling his lips against mine made my head spin. Even more than before.

How could it possibly feel to kiss that one boy whom I know the most, who has shared so many things and feeling with me, who has even broken my heart without noticing? Did I want to kiss him? Why the hell my drunk ass agreed to play this stupid game?

"It's not a big deal!" Xavier shrugged his shoulders and got up, starting to slowly move closer to where I was sitting.

Everyone stared at us. Was he really just that drunk or completely lost his mind? My hands started to shake and cheeks to burn. Is Xavier really willing to kiss me? 
I could still run away or do anything else but my legs stayed the same. Fuck! What if I wanted to kiss him? I know I wanted to. I was wondering how his lips would feel and taste since the fricking sixth grade, when he kissed me on the cheek because I had helped him with his math homework.

The next moment, he was already sitting in front of me. I saw him leaning closer. He put his a little bit cold hand on my cheek and softly looked into my eyes.

"Are you okay?" he whispered. His voice low and raspy. I nodded. I don't know how, but I could feel that we both wanted it. It was now or never. I was almost ready to run away.

He gently pressed his lips against mine and everything inside of me just flipped. I could taste his spearmint gum as he opened his mouth and kissed me. Really kissed me. His tongue slid into my mouth and I gasped between our heavy kissing. I put my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to me.

Our tongues ran along each other like they've been doing this for years already and I felt him starting to suck on my lower lip, and I couldn't help but moan.

"Easy, Em. People are watching us." suddenly he broke our kiss and mumbled.

Our foreheads were still pressed against each other, our breathing still heavy.

His hands slid down my sides and laid on my waist.

"It felt good. You feel good." he whispered once again, while having a dreamy smile on his face and not his usual smirk. Then he got up and went back to sit down. I almost wanted to whimper at the lose of his touch.

"I need some air!" I exhaled, as I got up and walked out of the living room without looking back. It felt like the alcohol is all gone, because my thoughts and emotions were killing me.

"Hey.." I heard his low voice from behind me. Suddenly his arms were around my waist again.

I quickly pushed them away but I couldn't help but notice how good it felt.

"What the hell was that Xavier?" I started to yell at him. He had a confused look on his face.

"It's just a game, Em." he said and I looked away. I know it is but it still hurt to hear that after feeling what I am feeling right now.

Do I even have any idea about what I'm feeling right now?

"That doesn't fucking give you the right to kiss me!" I yelped and put hands on my face.

"You wanted it." he whispered and stepped closer to me again

"W-what?" I hoped I misheard.

"You wanted it. And we both fucking liked it. Actually I more than just liked it. You're an amazing kisser, best friend!" he repeated himself, as I shook my head.

"See? Best friends, that's what we were, are and that's what we should be in the future. I already lost you so many times before, I can't loose you forever! So we can't screw even more things up between us!"

I cried out while he was staring at me. He didn't seem drunk or high, he was just standing there, genuinely interested in what I was saying.

"No no no, Xavier! This is not right. I can't loose you as well" I stepped back again but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to his chest. That's the second time tonight.

I gasped. "Let's not care about what's right or wrong for a moment, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere, okay?" he mumbled before leaning down. I felt his lips on my jaw, then moving to my earlobe, slowly sucking on it. A quiet gasp escaped my lips. I was holding my breath. His lips and tongue continued to travel down to my neck, finding my weak spot and sucking on it again.

I'm pretty sure there's gonna be a hickey, considering how harsh his movements were now. It was like he was miserably asking for more. I caught him by surprise, when I grabbed his chin and slammed my lips against his hot mouth. He was right! It was the last night as a normal teenager.

On Monday everything will suck and will be normal again. Tonight I'll do whatever the hell I want! We came back to the living room and sat down once again, Xavier still not leaving my side. 
Seemed like everyone had forgotten about our steamy kiss. Game was still going on strong, and everyone were yelling around.

"Hey, sit closer to us, lovebirds!" some guy, probably named Zayn, yelled at me and Xavier.

I heard Xavier lightly chuckling.

"Vodka?" same guy asked. I took it without hesitation, even though, I was dizzy as fuck. The kisses and fresh air helped, though.

"Hey, Em, let's not anymore, okay?" Xavier gently took the bottle out of my hands. He wasn't insisting, just asking. I let him take the bottle.

"You're probably right. I could throw up on you every second now." I chuckled and he placed his chin on top of my head while laughing.

"Wanna go and find a bedroom?" he suddenly suggested, his voice was low and raspy. "I'd love to." after a minute of trying to calm myself down, I lifted and turned my head to him with a big smile.

What was I thinking though? I couldn't just go and fuck him. First of all, if he really wanted to fuck me right now, he was the biggest asshole. He grabbed me by my wrist and by the next second we were both already standing.

"Let's go?" I mumbled and he just nodded. Liz winked her eyebrows at me and I mouthed

"fuck off". Xavier's hand was back in mine, as we walked upstairs to see if there's any free bedroom. Not so long after, we found a little room but with a big bed.

I walked in, while Xavier closed the door, making the room completely dark and tried to lock it. I finally found a lamp on the nightstand, that made the room a little bit lighter.

"Come here." his voice was commanding yet sweet. Once I got to him, he slammed me against the wall and lifted my body up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands were in his hair. His hot mouth pressed against mine and I moaned at how good it felt.

"I could do so many things to you." he said, while he moved down to my neck.

"And at the end you would be screaming my name," he kept talking between kisses, "I could make you feel so good."

With me still wrapped around him, he moved to the bed.

"Hey hey hey, stop!" he suddenly mumbled and moved his head away. I groaned at the lose of his touch. He looked confused.

"What's up?" I asked and started to kiss his neck, but he gently lifted me up and put me down onto bed. "You don't want to have sex with me?" I cried out and with alcohol and all the emotions, I actually was ready to start crying for real. I looked away from him, trying to hide the tears in my eyes.

He started to softly chuckle. "No. I mean. Look, I want you. God damn it, I want you so bad! I think deep down I've always wanted you. But I won't fuck you while we're both wasted." he put his cold hand on my cheek and turned my head back to him.

Then he rubbed away my tears and put his lips on mine in a slow and unforgettable kiss. No one has ever kissed me like that. I could never thought that a kiss could tell so many things and make you feel so many emotions.

We lay on the bed and cuddled while I rested my head on his chest.

"I miss them" I say. I could feel tears threatening to break as I think of my parents.

"I know. I miss them too" he says and kisses my forehead just as I let the tears stream down my face.

"Hey! Hey, I got you" he says wiping the tears of my face.

"Don't cry, I love you." He says and I lift my head up to face him

"Really?" I asked as I sniffled

"Of course you big idiot. I love you so fucking much, and I'm not going anywhere" he says and more tears pricked down my face.

"Promise?" I brought out my pinky finger and he locked it with his.

"I promise" he says and kissed my forehead again.

"I finally got a job" I say after a moment of comfortable silence as we cuddled.

"Really?" His face lid up.

"Ehm hmm" I hummed. "I'm so proud of you, they are too" he says referring to my parents. "I know" I say with a smile.

"When are you starting?" I let out a sigh

"Monday"

"What's it about?" He asked, genuinely interested in what I say.

"A personal assistant"

"What?" He looked down at me.

"Yup. I go to work by 6am and get to school around 8:30. I'm expected to check my phone constantly for any new or important mails to either forward to my new grumpy boss or just be informed. I'm also going there immediately after school and leaving for work again before my shift ending by 7pm. I also get to work on Saturdays so the only day I'm free is on Sundays" I let out in one go. He cupped my cheeks so i was looking him in the eye.

"Are you happy?" He asks. Am I happy? I looked anywhere but his eyes.

"Em" he says softly. "Look at me" he says and I looked into his gray eyes once again. "Are you happy?" He asks again.

I shake my head and tears begin pouring down my face as he hugs me tightly.

"You don't have to do this alone you know" he said softly. "My mom and I are more than happy to have you stay with us. It'll be just before you go off to college" he says reassuringly. I looked up at him and smiled.

"I can't"

"Why not? I'll help you get another job. We'll both get a job together and we'd pay up your parents debts. Their like my own parents so I'd be doing this for me too. Please, Em, let me help" he pleads.

"I can't" I sniffled.

"Em, please. You're my best friend and l love you. This is what best friends do"

"I'm sorry Xavier, I can't do that to you" I say as I continued to cry. I've forgotten when last I was held like this and was allowed to cry. I don't want him to leave me.

"I understand. But promise me whenever things get hard, no matter how little it is, you'd come stay with us" he brought out his pinky and I locked it with mine

"I promise"

"And if you feel like you can't, I can always come over and stay with you. I'm just a phone call away. No matter how little the situation is, promise me"

"I promise" I say and hug him tighter.

"Xavier?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you"

"I love you too, Em".

I could hear some voices from around me and the sun was burning my eyes out. I groaned and tried to flip on my stomach but something heavy on me was blocking me from doing that.

"What the.." I groaned once more, now already pissed and slowly opened my eyes, starting to feel the pain and sickness. I turned my head a little bit and gasped at what I saw.

Xavier was peacefully sleeping next to me, his mouth a little bit open, his arm around my waist holding me closely to his half naked body. All the memories from last night started to hit me all at once. I was ready to feel panic, disgust or regret but instead of that, I felt this really good and weird feeling in my stomach.

Before noticing, I was already smiling big. I kissed Xavier, my best friend then almost had sex with him, and now woke up next to him, and I hated how good it made me feel. I wanted to lightly loosen up his grip and check the time on my phone, but once I started to turn away from him, I felt him starting to move and deeply sigh.

"Good morning, beautiful!" he put his mouth next to my ear and said with his raspy and sexy voice. I felt my skin starting to tingle immediately.

"Good morning!" I whispered back, not even trying to hold back the smile.

"How you feeling?" he asked with his eyes still closed. He was probably one of the most beautiful man I've ever seen and it actually scared me.

"Could be better. I'm glad to see you kept your promise though." I chuckled and he interlocked our fingers.

"Wait, lemme check what time is it." I remembered why I started to move away from him in the first place and got up to take my phone.

"We have only forty minutes to get out of here." I sighed.