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I was welcomed into Seth's arms as soon as I steeped out of the bus. His skin was all soft, gentle and squishy, but I could feel his firm, solid muscles beneath the soft material he was wearing.

It was raining lightly; I could feel a few drops crawl down cheeks and hands that were on the back of Seth's head, through his shaggy hair. I pulled back out of the glowing warm entwine and kissed him on the cheek, although it was more on the side of the mouth due to my lack of sight and misjudgement, he moved his mouth over to left and kissed right on my lips tenderly- a real, proper, public kiss. I felt the stares, I was extremely proud of myself actually and I could feel my cheeks warming up quickly.

His sweet fragrance graciously over-powered the odour of petrol, which I loved. I felt happy again.

We pulled out of the kiss; I looked forward, the same direction that I was facing. He grabbed my hand, which was now in front of me, and squeezed it fondly twice. I was still close enough to hear his heart beating.

I started to walk along with him.

This time, I felt I was able to abandon on my extra 'sense'. I used to replace my sight. I had a helpful ability to mostly correctly detect when objects are near me, I quite often felt it in my bones. When I told my mom about it, she was sure it was a gift I had gained which helped me deal with my blindness.

But I did not need it, or sight with Seth, only trust. I did trust Seth, although I tend to trust people fairly easily, but I got a real feeling that I was safe when I was around Seth.

My outfit, with all due credit to my brilliant mom, was a silky scarlet dress that I had gotten last year for Christmas from her. It felt like expensive satin when I ran my hand down it, I loved it. It had with a crinkled ribbon situated at the top of the tight fitting material around my chest and torso, which felt like it was hugging me firmly. There was a dividing line where the dress started to flow and dance around my legs as I gracefully as I walked with a hop in my step, almost skipping, and it looked like 'a lampshade when I was standing reasonably still'. I was wearing shiny red shoes and carrying a handy, smooth-to-touch clutch bag, which contained my phone, beautifully fragranced body spray and a small packet of tissues, which my mom insisted on me bringing.

Seth brought me safely through the crowds. It was noisy, for most people were just getting out of work around now. Though, most restaurants are at their peak around now, chefs at their jolliest, waiters feeling polite, and it was hours before my mum would get worried about me coming home.

We entered a warm building. This time, the restaurant had a woody smell to it. I could hear a fire crackling away in the corner, its heat spread evenly across the whole room.

Seth was gentleman, he opened up the door both for me, and walked me over to my seat, before pulling it out and waiting till I was comfortably sat on it before he pulled his own out and sat down. I smiled, but I was looking down, feeling embarrassed that there wasn't much I could do to help him out.

'Thanks.' I said, it wasn't much, but that was all.

'No problemo, Rose,' he rendered.

There was a small silence, though not an uncomfortable one. A waiter came over, he seemed tall and spoke politely with a Spanish twang. Maybe his parents came from Spain?

'Would you like a menu, señor and señora?'

I know a reasonable amount of Spanish, so I answered him freely in it.

'Sí, por favor, gracias' I smiled.

I have a real passion for languages, I just love freely speaking them, rolling amazing, exotic words off my tongue is very easy for me. I just love the sound of them.

A small, thin, scroll-like piece of paper was placed in my hands.

I nodded to him, and I then heard him shuffle away.

'Want me to read that out for you, 'tknowyouspokeSpanish! ?'

I laughed.

'A bit.' I smiled at him.'Yes, if you wouldn't mind, but could you tell me what you're having first?'

'Hmm...The meat or fish paella, I think. You can get one to share.'

'How about we share a meat one? I love paella!'

'That sounds great!'

'Okay. The waiter'll be over soon, I guess.'

'Yeah, he will. So how have you been?' he asked, curiously.

'Good. Haven't really done all that much since we last talked. I did meet up with my friend from high school, though. That was good, I hadn't seen her in a while. But that was it. How about you?' I asked.

'No, I was just doing more photo-shoots. That was fun.'

The waiter arrived beside us, and coughed to attract our attention- or maybe he just had a 'Are you ready to order yet?' he inquired, with the same lovely Spanish accent that was genial. It was the same man as before, the one from Spain; he seemed to be in a jolly mood still, I didn't detect any vibes of impatience from him while he was waiting.

'Yes, can we have the meat paella?' Seth asked. I was glad he did. I noticed the voice he put on when he was talking to him. It was a deeper, more rushed tone. When he spoke to me it felt far more genuine and warm.

'Ci!' he said as he took in our menus.

We returned to our conversation, without any interruptions this time.

'So... what star sign are you?' Seth requested.

'Aquarius.' I answered, curious about what star sign he was as well.

'Oh, what's that's supposed to mean?'

'They're supposed to think 'outside the box' and be really good leaders. Totally not true for me.' He laughed. 'How about you?'

'I'm a Libra, we're supposed to be loving and gentle, and appreciate beauty.'

'So do you think that's true about you?' I asked, curious.

'Well... to an extent.' He laughed again, I joined in this time.

Soon enough, a divine smelling plate of rich food was set in front of me. It smelt like warm and Spanish.

The waiter set out plates down in front of us, the paella dish was sitting in the middle. It smelt mouth-watering.

'You go first.' He offered. I took this opportunity to lift some rice up with the serving spoon and set it on my plate. It was great. The rice was moist and covered there was a tangy lemon twist to it. The chicken was tender and warm, the bacon was crispy.

I heard Seth start to eat at the same time.

'So, how is it?' I requested.

'Great. What do you think?'

'One of the best paellas I've ever tasted!'

We talked as we ate. I got to know his funny nature, and his passion for music as well as photography. He told me about his mom and his sister, Leah. He also informed me, that unfortunately, his dad had passed away of a heart attack when he was only fifteen.

I haven't had any relative that have breathed their last yet, apart from my granny who died of old age two years back, and my cousin who I lost to cancer. But I felt for him, deeply, I could never ever deal with the loss of my parents or siblings, I relay on them too much, especially my mom. She is so good to me, I don't believe that I appreciate her as much as I should. She has always looked after me. As well as my older brother when we were younger, he taught me how to get around school in the dark. I missed him a lot now. My heart sank thinking of how bad I would feel if I lost any of them.

Desert was sweet, this time we both ordered strawberry cheesecake. It was fluffy and nice. Although I hate cheese, the 'cheesy' bit of it tasted more like frozen strawberry yoghurt, and the base was crumbly and soft. It went well as a light desert after our main-course.

We'd finished desert and were ready to leave. He insisted on paying the bill and I gave in after little persuasion.

Seth and I headed outside the restaurant. It wasn't busy as earlier outside.

We stood just around the corner of the front door of the restaurant for a while.

I got up onto my tippy- toes, closed my eyes to help my drain out the world apart from us, leant forward and did what I'd wanted to do again for ages; kiss him on the lips. He responded by kissing me back tenderly. Fireworks went off inside me again.

I placed my hands around his neck, moving them in synchronism with the ones that were wrapped around my waist. He caressed along with me. It slowly turned into making out when we moved back and I stepped back as Seth moved forward to gradually force my back into the wall, and I started doing what my brain was telling me to do, and started to grind against him, in a way that felt wonderful, but awesomely bad.

It felt bad, as in my mom would be not only mentally scarred, but horrified to see her 'baby girl' do this to a guy. She'd think I was like one of those girls. But honestly, it felt right, and- she wasn't here to see me now, and I was enjoying it too much.

Seth groaned loudly, I continued to kiss his lips. This was suddenly all so easy, it all came naturally to me. I open my mouth, just by a margin. I felt his tongue wonder through my lips and the kiss felt even better now.

We made out for a while, but it had to end. It was getting late, almost 11, I wasn't even sure if buses ran at this time.

We walked towards the bus station, still hand in hand. I enjoyed holding his hand, it was soft and warm.

What a coincidence! We were just in time for the next running bus, last of the night. I was surprised I didn't have to walk home, that would've been awful. Though, maybe Seth could've driven me home, but that would be such an inconvenience for him.

We hugged goodbye, I took in his sweet scent before we parted, so I could remember it. I couldn't wait to see what happened next time I saw him!

I had already written this before I published the last chapter, I've written the start of the next one. I was trying to always write the next one before I publish one, I just find this it easier, but this time I got pretty desperate :S.

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