"How did you come here?"  I ask Danish who is standing a few steps away from me in his gray T-shirt and black shorts,  looking adorably sexy and dangerous serial killer at the same time. His hair is messy and his eyes look red. He might be drunk.

"I felt like I wanted to see you,  so I came. " he shrugs his shoulders in response and my eyes go wide.

Wanted to see me?

"How do you know where I live? " I ask him, feeling uncomfortable with a mysterious man standing at a distance of just few steps.

"Saba," he comes closer to me, brings his finger to my hair, giving me a seductive look,  "I know everything about you." he says and slowly moves his fingers to my lower lip,  making me shiver and gasp at the same time.

"This is not going to happen!" I say and push him away, "you have to tell me! How do you know where I live?" I almost scream when he puts his finger on his lip and whispers, "Ssshhh... You do have neighbors, don't you?"

I am so lost at the moment,  I don't know what to do and how to feel. The way he moved his finger to my lips, it almost raised up the feeling of kissing him inside my head. But look at him,  he's drunk. Again.  And how the hell he knows where I live? And most importantly, does a decent guy ever walks into your house like a serial killer in a middle of the night and then ask you to ssshhh? How the hell can I ssshhh?

Danish starts to walk towards me and I take a step back and keep on taking steps backward till my back finally hits the wall of our kitchen. My lungs are breathing heavy and my heart pumps faster.

"Why are you afraid? I just came to ask you the details regarding your friend's wedding, the address and all. I thought you'd like to see me and we will have a chance to get along. " he says to me,  his expression just changes from a serial killer to an innocent boyfriend.

Hold on, he is not my boyfriend!

Part of me feels relieved when he says that,  the other part of me is angry, " You could have asked me the details on phone. It's not the right way to walk inside someone's house like a murderer!" I snap at him and he laughs loudly.

"A murderer? really? What makes you think I will make that kind of attempt on you? " he gives me a sexy smile and I am trapped in his features again.

"You scared the hell out of me!" I say and walk pass him,  taking a seat on a couch. He comes and sits next to me, I can sense the fragrance of 212sexy from him, also I can smell wine.

"Nobody's home?" he asks moving closer to me.

"Mom must be home any minute. " I tell him and shift aside. Thats when the door opens and my mother's figure approaches in a hall way.

"In fact,  here she is. " I tell danish who is constantly looking at my legs. As their eyes meet, my mom's face turns tomato red.

"Excuse me? Do you mind?" she asks furiously looking at Danish, dropping her purse on the counter and walking towards us. She gives me a what-the-hell look, demanding me an explanation.

I stand up quickly, "Mom, that's Danish, Lily's friend. " I turn my face to danish. "That's my mother. " I tell him and he doesn't bother to stand up neither he passes her a smile. "Hello. " he says, his voice cold.

"I think you two should get along,  I'll bring some drink. " I say and begin to stand up when Danish stops me.

"It's okay, Saba. I will come some other day. It's already late,  good bye. " he stands up quickly and walk towards the door.

I follow him through the way and once we both are standing on the porch, I stop him by his hand. He turns around and looks first at my hand and then at my face. Just like me,  he also can not believe what is happening. I move myself a step closer to him, "I'm really sorry about my mother's cold behavior. She's tired I think,  otherwise she's never like this. " I explain, already feeling guilty of how my mother just told him to back off. I know it was the first time she ever saw me with a guy this close, but still, she can't just be harsh on him like that.

"What if I tell you that I felt hurt by the way she reacted to me sitting close to you?" he asks taking a step closer to me and I find myself standing against the wall, completely mesmerized by the way he's looking at me right now.

"I would apologize for it.. " I say slowly.

"What else would you do? " he asks again, coming more closer that now I can feel his breath over my cheeks.

"Anything you ask for.. " I hear myself saying.

"I ask you to kiss me like you have never kissed anyone before. " he whispers, his nose touching mine. As the desire takes over, I close my eyes and bring my lips over his, moving them slowly over his thick beautiful lips that still taste of whine. His left hand takes a hold of my chin while he moves the other under my shirt, on my back and then to my stomach.

I pull him completely close to me by my hands and our lips play with each other. He breaks the kiss and move his lips on my neck, giving me some time to breathe. I move my fingers in his hair, completely lost in the pleasure he is giving me.

I have heard that true love kiss is sweet, soft, slow and full of passion and admiration. But the way Danish is kissing me right now is different. It's like this is something he has been wanting to do for years, he is hungry. Hungry for me. In other words, it's a lustful kiss. But I seem to enjoy even that. Maybe because I never had a true love kiss, and when your lips are kissed for the very first time, you completely believe in it, be it lust or love.

And I am doing the same.