A/N: Chapter seven! Please read and review! Enjoy!
We're both sitting on the couch. Kaiba is grinning at me with his smile and eyes, while I'm just sitting on the couch in shock. Did that just really happen? Kaiba is moving closer to me again. Oh my, are we really going to kiss again? I close my eyes and prepare my trembling lips, getting ready for the inevitable. Unexpectedly, a muffled chime comes from his pants. I open my eyes and stare down at his ringing pants. Gah! Why am I staring down there?! I look away real fast.
He moves back, reaches into his front, right pocket, and pulls out an iPhone, still not taking his eyes off of me and answers the phone call.
"Kaiba here. The meeting for tomorrow has been moved up today? Why? I see. I'll be there in a few minutes." he ends the call and puts the phone back in his right pocket.
He then gets up from the couch and puts on his jacket.
"As much as I would like to stay here and continue what we were engaging in, I have to head back to the office." he says smiling.
No! Don't leave! "Oh... it's okay. I understand. You have a company to run after all." I say, trying to not sound so bummed out.
I get up from the couch and walk him towards the door. I open the door and thanked him again.
"Um, thank you again, Kaiba."
He doesn't say anything and heads towards his car. I close the door and start walking upstairs to my room, feeling a little gloomy that our little affair had to end so quickly. I let out a little sad sigh at the thought.
I hear a knock at the door. Who could that be? I rush down and open the door. It's Kaiba!
"I forgot something." he says.
What did he forget? He has his jacket on, his phone is in his pocket, and I don't remember him bringing anything with him inside the house.
"Uh... what did you forget?" I ask confusingly.
"This."
He takes a step towards me, lifts up my chin with his hand, and gives me a quick, sweet kiss. He gives me a wicked smile before walking away and closes the door. How does he do that? How does he leave me breathless?
I go upstairs to my room and lay in my bed, hugging my Hello Kitty plush. I'm thinking about what happened today. From the interview, the ripped skirt, the sharing of the parfait, and the... kiss. I don't know what to make of this.
Do we ignore what happened today? Do we end everything altogether? NO! If it wasn't for the phone call, we could've continue our little smooch fest and he did come back to give me another kiss before he left.
I've come to the conclusions that we have a nonexistent relationship. It's not much, but it's a start, right? Am I the one to initiate the conversation? Better yet, when will I see him again?
My eyelids start to droop and I slowly start to drift away.
I wake up from my nap and rub the sleep out of my eyes. I get out from my bed and almost trip over my backpack. I find my balance and move my backpack out of the way. Tripping over the backpack must be a reminder to do my homework. I take a look at my clock. 3:30 p. m. Have I been napping for that long? I still have time to go to the library and do some research for my English Literature homework.
I change out of my pajamas into a pair of denim skinny jeans, white v-neck shirt, and white flats. I grab my backpack and walk to the library.
I arrive at the library and it's a ghost town. There are probably ten people in the library including the librarian. I head over to the "Fiction" section of the library and find an empty table to do my research.
Our homework is to write a two page report on a poet Ms. Kobayashi assigned to us. She assigned me Amy Lowell. I ask the librarian where I can find biographies and works by Amy Lowell. The librarian kindly guides me to the "Biography" section and finds a couple of biographies on her. We go to another section of the library and she hands me three books that included all her works. I thank her and make my way back to my lonely table.
I open one of the biographies and start reading. After a few minutes of reading, I let out a yawn. The only thing I got from this book is that Amy Lowell is an American poet, whose style of poetry was Imagism, and she won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1926. Everything else I read seemed like it did not make sense at all. I close the biography book and take one of the books that is filled with her poems.
I read a few of her poems and none of it makes sense to me. I flip through the pages and one poem catches my eye. The poem is titled "Decade".
I read the first two lines:
"When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness..."
Those two lines are stuck in my head, repeating itself over and over. "... like red wine and honey... you burnt my mouth with its sweetness." At that moment, I couldn't help but replay the passionate kiss I shared with Kaiba this morning.
I think to myself, I can't wait to taste his sweetness again.
A/N: Hope you guys like it even though this was kind of a slow chapter. Until next chapter, readers! xoxo
