1. Train

She heard him before she saw him. Or rather, she heard his laughter. That warm and hearty laughter that stood up from the monotonous noise of the train's passengers' conversations. She didn't even think about turning her head towards him, it just happened. And when her eyes fell on his figure, she reacted with a loud gulp.

Man, he was hot.

He was alone, leaning against the back wall of the wagon, earphones plugged to his ears as he was apparently in the middle of a phone call. His skin was the color of milk caramel, and looked just as delicious. His chest was large and muscular –not too much, but enough for her to be able to tell from above his t-shirt. She didn't quite know how to explain it but is was as if a layer of freshness was covering his form, and she was suddenly sure that he would smell like mint. Her eyes drifted over his exposed neck and hands. And, oh, how she wished she could run her fingers over those arms of his. She shivered.

Well, obviously she couldn't go over there and just introduce herself. No way in hell.

There was only one thing she could do. She could take a picture to show her best friend.

She pulled her phone from her pocket and held it up in front of her face, trying to look like she was texting. She felt lucky now that nobody was sitting next to or in front of her, as the view of him was crystal clear. As soon as she opened the camera app, though, and held her finger over the button, he suddenly turned his head and looked right into the camera, light ocean eyes staring into hers with an intensity so foreign but also so oddly familiar at the same time.

Crap. He caught me, she thought, her eyes widening. But just as she was about to pull her phone down and act like nothing happened, his lips twisted upwards, turning into a lovely smile.

Before she had time to think about it, her finger touched the screen, snapping a picture.

She quickly lowered her hands, holding her phone tight against her chest and looked out the window, pretending there was suddenly something mesmerizing about the scenery that she had failed to notice before. A long while went by with her not daring to even glance towards his direction, when a female voice from the speaker announced the next stop was closing. With the corner of her eye she thought she sensed some movement from where he was standing, but she didn't dare turn her head to check.

That was, until she felt someone tapping on her shoulder. Her entire body tensed and she didn't even have to look to know who was standing beside her. The scent of freshness and mint gave him away. Damn, she was right.

She slowly turned around, only to stop breathing all at once. He was standing so close. Too close. The ocean of his eyes was only mere inches away, warm air brushing against her face as it escaped his slightly husking, grinning lips.

She took a sharp breath. This was too much.

His grin got even wider and he moved an inch even closer, and she felt the breath she had just taken hitching in her throat.

God, make me not start coughing on his mouth.

She watched speechless as he raised his hand, bringing it closer and closer to her body until it suddenly stopped, a mere inch away from her chest.

He pursed his lips, a smile in his eyes. "May I?" he mumbled, his voice dripping honey.

She blinked. "Uh… what?"

He cleared his throat, his expression amused. "The phone?" he pointed out, raising one eyebrow.

"Oh! Right." She exclaimed, quickly handing it to him. Of course he wouldn't let you keep his picture, you dumbass. "I, uh… I'm really sorry, I don't know what c-came over me, I…" she stammered like an idiot and then shut her mouth in dismay. Stupid!

He licked his lips and took the phone from her hand, his own slightly brushing against it. At the contact she felt her skin grow hot, as if it was on fire.

She watched his long, elegant fingers tapping against the screen with grace, a smile playing on his lips. Once he finished he handed it back, but when she wrapped her fingers around it he didn't let go.

She looked up at him with wonder in her eyes, but he just flashed her another crooked smile of his. "I'm Jackson."

She gulped. "Uh, A-April." She stammered again. Ugh! What is your problem! "My name is April" she quickly rephrased.

"April…" he mumbled, and she felt a series of shivers coming down her spine at the sound of her name from his lips. "That's a very nice name you got there." He added.

She blinked, not expecting the compliment, and felt her cheeks grow hot at once.

His grin got even wider. "Well." He exclaimed finally taking a step back and begging to walk towards the door that had just now opened. "See you around, April." He quickly said and winked at her before walking out the door and disappearing through the crowd.

She just stood there for a minute, her mouth husking wide open, her breaths coming out huskily. A long while passed before she finally recovered, and shaking her head at herself she laid back on her seat, pulling out her headphones to listen to some music. Once she opened the phone, though, she wasn't met with the familiar view of her background image or even the gallery app, considering he had supposingly just deleted his picture.

Instead, she found herself staring at a brand new contact she had never seen before. On the top left was a small square with his picture in it, the sight of his bright eyes and gorgeous smile having warmth crawl up her chest. It was only then when she noticed a cell phone number was also submitted, though, and right on top of it -instead of a name- stood too simple words that made her heart beat impossibly faster.

Call me.