Chapter 11
-Mandy's POV
I couldn't believe it. "I feel like I've known you for years!" I stated in complete shock. He smiled at me and just looked at me for what seemed like forever.
"I've felt that way since our last dinner together," he announced finally looking away from me. Things were kind of awkward. It was like there was something taking hold of me, a feeling that I couldn't recognize. There wasn't much talk through the rest of the meal. Suddenly I felt strange, almost nervous. I think we were both kind of freaked out by how similar we really were coming from two different spectrums and all. "I don't know what it is about you that's got me like this," he stated towards the end of our dinner.
"What do you mean? How have I got you?" I asked wiping my mouth with my napkin. He shrugged slightly and stared into his glass of water as if in search of an answer.
"Completely crazy," he replied raising his gaze directly to my eyes. I smiled slightly not knowing what to make of the comment. I wanted to grab his hand, which had currently been sitting about six inches away from mine on the table and tell him that I felt the same way. That I couldn't breathe without somehow relating it back to him. I was so confused by the whole thing that I just sat there silent listening to my heartbeat which seemed to be quickening with every passing second. Looking over at him, I admired his beauty. His long blond hair was cascading over his shoulders like a waterfall as it fell perfectly in place. His white dress shirt was slightly but tastefully unbuttoned at the top revealing just enough of his muscular chest to leave the eye wanting more. His eyes seemed to pierce through you they were so bright and I noticed that he hadn't taken them off of me since his last comment.
Out of nowhere he moved closer to me by six inches and caressed my hand. I looked up into his eyes and they were staring directly into mine. I guess he had been thinking the same thing that I was. Apparently our waiter seemed to pick the perfect time to deliver us our check. So much for his tip. We left the restaurant hand in hand but in silence.
"I don't feel like going back yet," he stated glancing over at me as if seeking approval.
"Neither do I," I replied, "however, we have to be at the airport early tomorrow!" He nodded in agreement and headed off in the direction of our hotel. The car ride seemed long and silent. Not even the radio was playing. My head was trying to sort out everything that had just happened.
"When can I see you again?" He asked as we pulled into the parking lot. He said those words as if he had been trying to work up the courage to say them for the entire car ride. I shrugged.
"Whenever you want to," I replied and then got out of the car. We walked together into the hotel which seemed to take longer than expected partly because I believe he purposely picked a parking space farthest away as he could. I took hold of his arm and let him guide me. His warmth was appreciated considering a cool wind rushed by us making the air seem almost chilly.
When we reached the elevator I knew that we were going to part soon. I didn't want the date to end. I wanted to know more, I wanted to know everything. I wanted to understand all of the feelings that I seemed to be flooded with. Our rooms were on separate floors. I was on the ground floor and he was on the second. He pressed the up button and then turned to me. "I had a great time," I stated smiling up into his beautiful gaze.
"Me too," he replied softly staring down.
"I guess I'll see you later then," I said as I began heading in the direction of my room. I managed to get about two steps in before he grabbed my hand. I turned around acknowledging his touch and he pulled me toward him and into a fiercely passionate kiss.
-Mandy's POV
I couldn't believe it. "I feel like I've known you for years!" I stated in complete shock. He smiled at me and just looked at me for what seemed like forever.
"I've felt that way since our last dinner together," he announced finally looking away from me. Things were kind of awkward. It was like there was something taking hold of me, a feeling that I couldn't recognize. There wasn't much talk through the rest of the meal. Suddenly I felt strange, almost nervous. I think we were both kind of freaked out by how similar we really were coming from two different spectrums and all. "I don't know what it is about you that's got me like this," he stated towards the end of our dinner.
"What do you mean? How have I got you?" I asked wiping my mouth with my napkin. He shrugged slightly and stared into his glass of water as if in search of an answer.
"Completely crazy," he replied raising his gaze directly to my eyes. I smiled slightly not knowing what to make of the comment. I wanted to grab his hand, which had currently been sitting about six inches away from mine on the table and tell him that I felt the same way. That I couldn't breathe without somehow relating it back to him. I was so confused by the whole thing that I just sat there silent listening to my heartbeat which seemed to be quickening with every passing second. Looking over at him, I admired his beauty. His long blond hair was cascading over his shoulders like a waterfall as it fell perfectly in place. His white dress shirt was slightly but tastefully unbuttoned at the top revealing just enough of his muscular chest to leave the eye wanting more. His eyes seemed to pierce through you they were so bright and I noticed that he hadn't taken them off of me since his last comment.
Out of nowhere he moved closer to me by six inches and caressed my hand. I looked up into his eyes and they were staring directly into mine. I guess he had been thinking the same thing that I was. Apparently our waiter seemed to pick the perfect time to deliver us our check. So much for his tip. We left the restaurant hand in hand but in silence.
"I don't feel like going back yet," he stated glancing over at me as if seeking approval.
"Neither do I," I replied, "however, we have to be at the airport early tomorrow!" He nodded in agreement and headed off in the direction of our hotel. The car ride seemed long and silent. Not even the radio was playing. My head was trying to sort out everything that had just happened.
"When can I see you again?" He asked as we pulled into the parking lot. He said those words as if he had been trying to work up the courage to say them for the entire car ride. I shrugged.
"Whenever you want to," I replied and then got out of the car. We walked together into the hotel which seemed to take longer than expected partly because I believe he purposely picked a parking space farthest away as he could. I took hold of his arm and let him guide me. His warmth was appreciated considering a cool wind rushed by us making the air seem almost chilly.
When we reached the elevator I knew that we were going to part soon. I didn't want the date to end. I wanted to know more, I wanted to know everything. I wanted to understand all of the feelings that I seemed to be flooded with. Our rooms were on separate floors. I was on the ground floor and he was on the second. He pressed the up button and then turned to me. "I had a great time," I stated smiling up into his beautiful gaze.
"Me too," he replied softly staring down.
"I guess I'll see you later then," I said as I began heading in the direction of my room. I managed to get about two steps in before he grabbed my hand. I turned around acknowledging his touch and he pulled me toward him and into a fiercely passionate kiss.