A/N:
If I were to say to you that I'm a stranger traveling from the East seeking that which is lost..._(If you can finish this sentence than YOU"RE AWESOME!)
Alright so here is Chapter 7, Enjoy...
Chapter 7: The Build of Trust pt 1.
She leans forward and rests her forehead against mine "What have I gotten myself into" she breaths out.
Shit.
I ease her away desperately needing room to breathe. This isn't good. I can't very well bring Brittany into my mess. She's gonna want some kind of explanation of everything that just went down. Like why do I have a gun? Or why that guy was so scared of me? And god knows what else? I reach up fixing my clothes, and run my fingers through my hair.
This is not good.
"Hey" I hear her speak out.
Okay, okay maybe —and I'm just spit ballin here— I can leave it as I'm a New Yorker and you can never be too safe ergo the gun, and that guy was just scared of me cause I had him at point blank. Yeah that ought to work right?
"San!"
"Huh? Uh what?" I look up, slightly confused.
"I said are you okay?" she asks as she studies my face.
"Oh yeah sorry, I'm fine".
"Where'd you go?" she whispers out soothingly, reaching up to cradle my face. I look up into her eyes and get completely lost in the purity I find there, making me forget about every lie I was gonna spout her way.
I close my eyes accepting her comfort.
"I don't want to lie to you" I admit, looking back into her eyes.
"Then don't" she says, brushing her thumb across my cheek.
"Okay".
After we finally separated from that needed embrace, I suggested we go back to my house. There, I would do my best to answer all her questions.
We are still sitting in the car. My promise of full disclosure lingering between us, I turn the car off and pull my key out. It had been quiet the whole ride over. Each of us lost in our own thoughts of what might happen next.
"Well….umm okay" I look at her, gathering my thoughts "you ready?" I ask.
She looks over at me "Yeah, yes I'm ready" she says like she's trying to sike herself up.
I chuckle, "Alright, killer".
"Shut up" She nudges me, trying and failing not to smile.
I smile "Come on" I say opening my door and gesturing for her to follow.
I watch her nod as she opens her door and climbs out.
Making our way through the lobby of my apartment, I notice that curious look in Brittany's face. She's wondering why I drive a fully restored 69 GTO Judge and live in such a mediocre building, though she hasn't yet seen inside my apartment.
Living up in the penthouse of my building has its advantages. Although you'd never think anything special was going on inside the building because it blends in with all the others. Making it the last place anyone would think Mob Boss, Santana Lopez lives.
The only down side is the damn elevator I am forced to take to get there. As we make our way inside said death trap I can feel Brittany's eyes on me.
After punching in the code to take us up, I turn and look at her. She's leaning against the wall with her arms crossed smirking at me.
"What?" I ask shyly, slightly jumping when the elevator jerks up.
Her smile spreads into a full on grin. She's looking at me like she just found out Santa's real.
She shrugs, "Nothing".
I glare at her about to make some sly comment about her Santa loving ass but get interrupted by the elevator opening to reveal my apartment. I watch Brittany's mouth drop at the Sheer awesomeness that is, my home.
The glare on my face transforming into a smug smirk, "Cat got your tongue?"
"Wha— no" she says looking a little flustered.
I chuckle, "Well only if you're sure".
My home is anything but mediocre. The first floor is nothing but open space and dark hard wood floors. In the far corner are two plush couches set in front of an 80 inch screen TV. The rest of the space is filled with ceiling to floor mirrors and one much abused punching bag. Sound system included.
"Come on" I throw over my shoulder as I make my way inside.
"No way" I hear her say from behind me.
I stop and turn around, "What?" I tilt my head to the side studying her features. She's got this look on her face like she's in complete bliss.
"I would give anything to have a room like this. Do you dance?" she asks looking slightly hopeful.
I smile looking down bashful "Sometimes, although I'm not that good, it's more of a stress relief kind of thing for me" I admit.
I hear her take a step, and I look up curious.
"Maybe," she begins closing the gap between us "we could dance together" she says as she presses her body completely flush against mine whispering into my ear "some time?" I close my eyes at the feel of her breath against my ear, slowly nodding, completely falling to her will.
She pulls back with a victorious grin "What? Cat got your tongue?" my jaw drops in disbelief.
She giggles "Kidding." she leans back in quickly pecking my cheek and releasing me "Show me around?"
"Uh ye—yeah sure come on" I stutter out while trying to get the pulse between my legs under control.
After showing her the first floor, we head up the stairs where my kitchen is, complete with marble counters, dark wood cabinets and floors with a stainless steel oven and refrigerator.
Then the guest room that's nothing special just the basic essentials. Now my room which is as unattached as the guest room -simply because I hate being alone and much rather crash at 'cedes house- complete with a master bathroom and closet, and a king size bed that I have yet to sleep in as I quite prefer the couch downstairs when I do stay the night.
I watch Brittany from the door as she looks around the room "San, do you even sleep in here?" she asks tentatively.
"Nope" I say as I turn around to head back down stairs.
"Why not?" she asks sounding quite confused.
I look over my shoulder meeting her eyes, "I don't like being alone" with that I turn back around and go down the stairs, leaving Brittany completely flushed and bothered.
A/N:
Drop a line and keep me sane por favor?
-Ash
