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Song: Moves like jagger -Maroon 5, Christina Aguilera.
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He pulls me to a door, opens it and leads me through a dark pathway.
"Hold on tight okay?" He says and I nod though I know he can't see me. As we walk further it lights up, revealing an underground parking area with lots of cars and valets in an office. Ah, so this is where all the cars where hidden. We walk towards a wall with buttons, Lexis presses 1. I notice a valet run out of the office towards the cars. How did Lexis know his cars number? I wonder, or did they all have personal numbers that identified the cars owners since this was a private club? It's customers must be a select few.
The car is driven up to us and we both get in. As we drive off. I wonder where we are headed.
"Where are we headed?" I ask.
"To murder you," Lexis says a smirk on his face. I smile at his joke and look out the window. This was the third time we'd kissed. What were we? Do friends kiss?
"Lexis are we friends?" I ask.
"Friends? We were never friends," He says and my face changes to a sad expression. Of course, how could I be so stupid? He doesn't even see me as a friend.
"I don't kiss my friends," He says his eyes not subtly but quickly raking over my body.
If he doesn't kiss his friends does that mean he'd never kissed
Jess, Karen and MJ? Or he didn't consider them friends? If I wasn't his friend and he doesn't kiss friends but he kissed me did that mean I was more? I am too confused to dwell on what he means and it's meaning so I lay my head on the window, shut my eyes and start counting, falling asleep.
I wake up and look around, I'm in a bed covered by a light blanket. The curtains are drawn down and the rooms furnitures are covered by white fabric. I stand up and look down at my clothing. I breathe out in relief. He didn't change my clothing. Thank goodness.
Getting out of the bed. I walk out to the most appetizing aroma ever. I walk towards it. I stop in my tracks at the sight in front of me. Cooking only god knows what, is Lexis at the kitchen. I chuckle getting his attention.
"You're awake?" He says, the most beautiful smile I had ever seen on his face. This smile reached his eyes and reached my heart. As he turns to add something to the meal I walk forward.
"What are you making?"I ask standing by the side.
"Steak pita's" He says attempting to reach for something behind me. I move out of the way. He grabs a seasoning, adds it and reaches for something else but I'm in his way again. He puts down the spatula and walks over to me. I raise an eyebrow. He places his hands on my hips and lifts me up as I scream "Lexis!" He places me on the marble table.
"You can watch from here," He says placing a hair strand behind my ear. He returns and reaches for the onion adding it in and stirring. I place my finger in my mouth, using my teeth to hold onto my nail as I watch him.
He was PERFECT. God made a perfect creation when He made Lexis.
His hair keeps falling onto his face. He frowns and walks up to me. I raise an eyebrow. He places his hand behind my head. I hold my breathe, is he about to kiss me? He smirks and pulls out my hair band. Waving it in my face he chuckles and bends down.
"Breathe," He whispers in my ear before returning to his dish, tying his hair with the hair band. He reduces the fire and gets a tiny bit onto the spatula before transferring the sauce to his hands from the spatula.
He walks towards me and I feel my breathe get trapped in my throat.
"Taste it for me will you?" He says the spatula on his right hand.
I reach out for the spatula but he pours some sauce onto his hand and throws the spatula into the sink, giving me his finger.
I look down at it then at him. I place my hand on his wrist bringing his finger close to my mouth. I place his finger in my mouth with my eyes on his eyes. My tongue comes in contact with the taste of spice pepper, salt, lemon and and a hint of onion. My tongue glides over his finger, encircling, my wet tongue touching his spice filled finger. His eyes go dark as my senses blur.
I remove his finger.
"I want a taste," He says standing between my thighs.
Bending down bringing his lips upon mine, his hands cupping my cheek.
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