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In a short span...You have me in your spell..
I wanna spend more time with you..Can we do that..please tell
I don't sleep that night. She has me in a daze. I cant help but find myself constanly turning back and looking at the moments just passed by. We danced under the rain, laughed together and without the looming shadow of awkwardness or hesitation we went about have one of the best nights of my life. And that didn't involve me being drunk and taking a girl I barely knew home.
I wince at that idea.It was not the most proud phase of my life. I always thought I was the sensible one in this industry, my roots; my ideologies would keep me afloat. But I was wrong, one nasty breakup and I found myself letting all my ideas fall out of place.
Not being able to sleep I get off the bed and walk around my room, not sure what I want to do of my insomnia. I cant help but think about her and what filled my being. I cant help but bask in the warmth I felt having her in my arms, how she let me take charge, the way I twirled her around and she complied,turning around and bumping into my chest, so close, yet so out of reach. In that moment I wanted to kiss her, see how it felt to tease those ample lips, to interrogate the emotions that are pulling me in a new direction. But I missed that moment, I let it go.I didn't want to do something I wasn't sure of. No I didn't want to venture there.
A bleak image fills my mind, making me walk into my closet and reach out to the box my mother dropped by when she changed houses. She had said it was filled with things of my highschool.So far in the year I've had the box, I have never bothered to have a look into it, but tonight something compels me to look.
I seat myself on the closet floor and pull the box out. Its nothing special, but as I open it I know how special it really is.
There are photographs, concert flyers,mixed tapes I recorded, my sports torphies and medals and a lot more.
One by one I go through them reminiscing the memories gone by. High school I still remember was a good time. I had made some good friends, fallen in love and discovered my passion for music. I couldn't not cherish those moments.
I look at my football team group shot and I shake my head laughing. All the pictures do that to me, especially my ensemble for prom. Standing with Kiara in my arms, wearing a tux which she forced onto me, I look far from the person I used to be in high school.It was a fun night, before I found out what she had been upto behind my back. I almost shut the box at the sour thought, when a folder catches my eye. Curious, I pick it up. Its definitely not mine, I don't do hearts and roses and love quotes on my folder.
Lilac in color, with pink and sparkly hearts, stickers and quotes on love fill this folder.My hands caress its surface trying to remember,but nothing comes to mind. I open the folder and there are notes scribbled in an easy cursive writing.Wait are these the English notes from my clas?? I lean back on the wall and think for a bit. Little by little I start to remember. English class, football practice every Thursday, missing the class.That girl, that girl in the cherry dress,uhh..I close the folder and look for the next clue...There it is the quote...This is her folder...the girl that used to sit in front of me. The one with the long black hair, the one who smelled like..roses, the one with the heart like birthmark on her right shoulder. That's her folder.How the hell do I have her folder???
I try harder to remember, but all that comes to mind is the way that girl laughed so freely, how she was so animated talking about her ideas, and those cute dimples he couldn't help but notice. There was something about her that always made him smile. And her notes, he looked back in and read a few. Her notes were always so intriguing. He could tell this girl was a dreamer, an idealist.Her ideas he remembered had always made him think, made him question his own choices...
I put the folder in the box and slide it back, standing up and heading for my bed. I try to remember this girls face as I slip into the covers and hope for some hours of sleep.
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I wake up with dreams of last night and I sigh.I am a girl living her crazy dream. I smile and hug my knees as I sit up and think about the most perfect night I just had..I had danced with him, under the rain, enjoying every touch, every pull and every glance we shared. And now I didn't know if that was for real, or just my imagination running wild??? I
I look at the clock and quickly put on my dress from yesterday. I need to get home.I need to get my stuff ready for San Diego.
I walk down the stairs and I see him there, sitting on the couch sipping his coffee..Seems like he has just woken up. His hair is a mess...a sexy mess, a mess I wouldn't mind running my hands through. He is wearing his black low cut vest and board shorts.Seems he is ready for his swim.
Good morning, I manage to say..
He looks at my direction and stops sipping his coffee...
He almost catches himself from standing up and walking upto me...
A strong blush creeps on my face as I recall last night. The closeness, the intimacy of the moment and his arms around me have my panties in a twist..I cant look at him straight anymore...His gaze is too intense..
Where are you off to?? He asks..
Home..I need to get my stuff.I just called the Super, he will be there in an hour.
I'll drive you...give me 15... He stands up with his coffee and starts walking back to his room..
No I can cab it...
Don't be stupid...I'll drive you...My stuff is already packed...so We can leave directly from your place...
What...I am driving with you??
Yes...What did you think??
I didn't think...
Well then...He raised his eyebrow and smirked..
I held his gaze and tried my best not to blush...
I like that...
What..
That color on your cheeks...its better than makeup...And I can't stop but think I had something to do with it..He winks at me and walks up the stairs...leaving me...completely dumbstruck.
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It takes us 2 hours to get out of the city..I am still not talking to him..I've been on mute ever since I stepped into his car, trying not to stare at him, or smell his just out of the shower scent,very aware of the moment we just shared...
The super had been waiting for me as I got to my place, my door opened in no time and just like that...Mr Asad Ahmed Khan came in my apartment. I had him seated in me bright orange couch and made my way to my room, where after a lot of breathing in and out and telling myself to stop acting so irrational and more my age I was on my way to packing my stuff...It took me hours..or that's what I thought to get the right outfits..I didn't know what to take, what to wear and what to do..
His..
Its only 2 days...and don't over think it..statement from the living room had me literally running around to get it done with already..
Finally I was packed and then I realized..I needed a shower and a change of clothes..
Should I tell him?? I wondered...would that be too personal???
I didn't know what to do..
I called onto him...
If its ok can I take a quick shower??
You don't need my permission for that came the response..
I shook my head and did what I had too..
10 minutes later I had found myself, stuck, a piece of my dress stuck in my bra starp...and my hands unable to untangle the mess...I couldn't get it on or get it off...I was in hell..
Next thing I Know...I asked him to help..
Bad choice...very bad choice...
Umm Mr Khan...Uh...ActuuActually I I am stuck...CCcan you help me out..I had asked peeking out of my bedroom door, onto the living room where he sat with ease, sipping on the cuppa coffee I had made him in between...
Sure what's going on?? He stood up and walked upto me.. I was hididng behind the door...
I am stuck...
On??
You...Uh...sorry can you help me?? Please...I tried to cover up my slip...
With what...He raised his eyebrow in questions..
Dress
Oh..Can I come in ..he asked...
Uh..Sssure..
He had gently pushed my door that I hid behind and stepped into my room.His eyes wandered all around taking everything in, the colorful surroundings of my room, the bed...the pictures...everything...And then he looked at me..I was still hiding behind the door..
Again his eyebrows went up..and I hesitantly walked out from behind the door..
My Dress is stuck in my...I couldn't finish my sentence...I just decided to turn...
He laughed...he laughed real hard as he saw what he was to untangle...
So matching it is he said...and I swear I blushed even deeper than the last time I had blushed...
Please...can you help...
Sure...
He touched..I jumped..something snapped and he winced...
Steady girl...I don't bite...
I tried to comply..but my heart beats were too frantic...he was too close..and his warm fingers were seducing my nerves into attention...
He moved around my back, with his nimble fingers trying to sort the chaos...
He grazed my skin and I was on fire...
He leaned in and his breath teased me more...
Is this dress important...he asked...His voice a husky whisper...
A little...why??
Cos I was planning on ripping it off...its gonna rip anyways..your bra hook is pierced through it...
Oh...now??
Lemme try to bite the hook off...maybe that'll help..cos I doubt you can even get out of it...without tearing the dress off...
Umm hmm...I gulped...I had nothing to say...
He leaned in...ever so slightly... supporting me by my waist which he held with his free hand. He dipped me forward to have a better access to my back. Gently with his free hand he moved my damp hair out of the way.His touch sent shivers down my spine and tiny bumps showed up all over my body. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my breathing, not his closeness, his touch, or the effect it was having on my sanity..
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I didn't know what I was doing with her, All I knew was it was too late for me to back out.. Here she was..in my arms,leaning forward waiting for me to help her and my mind was in a whole different world.A world where at this point I was ripping that frigging dress off of her and having my way with her...These crass thoughts were taking over my sanity like wild fire..burning my soul from within. It's too early...its only physical...you don't even know her...such statements were bothering me...but I couldn't help but do what I was doing.
At this point I didn't care what I was getting into...
I pushed her hair aside and leaned in, taking in the scent of her hair and almost moaning with pleasure. I Stopped myself in time...
As my breath fanned her back..I could see her shiver a little...the tiny goosebumps bringing a smile on my face...I affected her...my presence, my touch affected her...That thought itself was enough for me to feel confident again...
And just like that I closed in the final distance and grabbed her bra strap in my mouth...
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I was frozen in the spot as I felt his lips touch my skin,taking my bra strap in his mouth...I couldn't move...I couldn't breathe...this was too intimate too soon...
I just braced myself for what he was to do next...
His hand reached up to his mouth as he did all that he could to untangle the hook, his lips leaving small caresses all around, arousing my nerves, making me squirm...
I squeezed my legs together, in hopes of containing the frenzy that was coursing through my body. He was too close..too close...too close...
His mouth continued its assault and I was slowly losing my bearings and starting to surrender, starting to give up my stance...It was his grip that held me in place..
Diligently he worked on it, and soon...after a minute or two..which clearly felt like a decade...I heard the hook of the bra unclasp..
My eyes went wide as I felt my dress slipping along with my bra and had it not been for his quick reflexes...I don't know if I would have been able to look at him ever again...
Done...he whispered and walked away...not waiting for me to reply back...
Thank you I said in a whisper holding onto my dress and watching him walk up to the window facing the street.
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We drive in silence. She hasn't spoken to me ever since and I haven't tried...A lot is going on in my mind.I no doubt steal glances at her looking out the window, in deep thought...and at times stealing glances at me as well...I like that...and somehow I know she feels this too.
I've never been in love...I've come close to it..mistaken something else to be love..but I have never been in love. Back when I was young I used to imagine all sorts of things, putting my desires in the form of songs and hoping for them to become real.But with time, and life and relationships...I discarded those romantic ideas..They didn't mean anything to me anymore. Yes I sell love, I sing love and I promote it all..but in real life..I am far from it..
But somehow this girl sitting besides me...fidgeting with her dress hem, and avoiding my gaze like a plague, just cos I bit the hook off her bra...has me reeling in some unchartered territory. I am starting to feel like the guy I was when I had asked out the first girl I ever dated. Yes this is far more mature than my date at 14 but still its not that different...For god's sake..I have girls falling over me all the time and it never flusters me.But she, she has something on me...her presence makes me feel out of sorts..he simplicity and her innocence stirs the latent desires of my once very romantic heart..She makes me want to write music...makes me want to recite a ballad and serenade her...I want to woo her,make her like me.I want to talk long hours with her, heck I want to interview her and find out about her.All this time, the past 2 days...all I have been doing is talking about me.I know nothing about her, accept for the fact that she works for VIVID and she is from San Diego as well.
I look at her and hope that she would be in a mood to talk...
She is looking outside the window..
I need to break the ice...
How long have you lived in San Diego..
Until I was 21...She replies back...looking at me slightly and looking away...
I cant help but think that's cos she is trying to hide her blush..
Why are you blushing...I ask...
Huh....She looks at me and I look at the road smirking...I was right...She is indeed trying not to blush and failing miserably...
You're blushing...
UH I ah I am not...can we please not..
Relax gal..all good..
Music??
Sure...she says happy that I changed the topic...
What kind...
Any...
Question...
Yes..
Do you like any of my songs???
Huh...I Uh...
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Wow where did that come from and what the hell am I supposed to say...
Crap...so much for researching the person I am interviewing..
I look at him and look away...Now I am blushing for all the different reasons..Damn I have no idea about his music..and I cant tell him that...
Zoya???
Yyyes??
Do you listen to my music...Damn he has that look...that look where he is trying to read...damn it...
Uh...Actually..Uh...
You don't listen to my music...he laughs and looks on the road shaking his head...
I listened to you last night...
Umm hmm....he continues to drive looking ahead...
Damn...did I piss him off or something...
Uh...Are you mad???
What no...I am just amused... I mean you don't listen to my music...and yet here you are interviewing me...Do u even follow me or my work???
I uh...Damn it how am I to tell him that I am here cos of my big mouth and bigger crush that I had on him when I was 15
So it's a no...WOW...he shakes his head...and I sink in the seat...I don't know what to say...I have no way to get out of it!!
Bas thats all...next update...San Diego...maybe school visit...maybe kiss...a lot of maybe's...
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