Chapter 4★

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Federico

This girl is refreshing, a drop of water which the Sahara desert would blush at the site of.

We've only known each other for a couple of days and somehow it feels like we've never been apart.

My hands get all jittery when I think about those blue eyes of hers, they're hypnotic. I get so lost in them. Sometimes I feel like I could just let the world go by through the reflection she radiates so blissfully.

I haven't been able to sleep at all, her voice keeps on ringing in my ears refueling my adrenaline. I need to spend more time with her.

Federico Sebastián Antonio Pérez , get your shit together and message her already, I told myself.

The anticipation pumped through my body as the delivery message on my screen confirmed that it had sent; it felt like an entirety until she responded.

She replied simply with one word that set my heart beat off a record high. Yes.

This girl is good, she learns how to read quickly it seems, I confided in myself.

I like her just a little bit more than I should, she's growing on me, I hope age won't become an obstacle because the only thing I'm bothered about is her being in my arms tonight.

What can I say, I'm a sucker for her lips and her mesmerising eyes. I can't stop thinking about her.

I lay in bed for a couple minutes still trying to digest exactly what she'd said. I'd never been this attracted to a girl before; somehow it makes me feel relieved that she's so forward, at least it confirms that she feels the same way.

Damn, I can already feel myself falling for this chica.

After the initial shock had worn off a little I decided to begin the task of planning my day; but the problem was that all I wanted to do was pop round to her apartment and just be with her.

That's all I need right now.

The sharp cut of the shaving blade against my chin felt refreshing as I dabbed my favourite cologne across the distinguishable stubble that I usually left to frame my face.

I'm shameless when it came to knowing the impact that I have on women and my signature scent always drove them over the edge.

The scent of Lavender always soothed my nerves and reminded me of home. I patted my hands against my tanned cheeks ensure everything was secure before I took a moment to examine myself

Looking good today, my friend I agreed with myself.

I always ensured to be lascivious, sensual and provocative but this girl makes me like that all the time in her company.

As I plodded across the creaky floorboards of my one bedroom flat, I felt this flood of happiness pumping through my veins. I was excited to see her later; the smile that was drawn across my face was proving it.

There's something about this girl, I hummed.

I could feel my mother scowling at me across the cream counters in my kitchen, although the mass of water between us somehow made me realise that my subconscious was just playing tricks with me.

In that moment I had the sudden urge to phone my little sister, Bella. She's only a few years younger than me and yet I know that it's forbidden for me to do so.

The buzzer to my flat sounded and interrupted my flow of sensational thoughts; like steam unwilling to be stopped unless an obstacle is thrown in its path.

"The door's open." I threw the comment over my shoulder; as I hardly ever got any visitors.

"I brought coffee," a familiar female voice sent a gust of happiness through me.

"Zara you're a life saver; where would I be without my morning caffeine boost."

"Still in bed or with that lovestruck look on your face." She teased me.

"Is it that obvious." I rolled my eyes at her playful comment but couldn't help but greeting her with a hug.

Zara and I met a year and a half ago in the first week of our excursion to Uni and have been friends ever since.

Lucky for me she isn't at all interested in the male species so I can talk to her about anything and everything and always rely on her for a pleasant cup of energy booster which I was very grateful for.

"Spill the beans Feds before I have to wipe that infectious smile off your face." She taped my arm humorously.

"Where to start?" I pressed my lips together thoughtfully," She's a couple years younger than me, but you know that doesn't mean much at our age. She's smart, she's stunning, she's breathtaking and, and probably the best part of all is she gets me."

"I think someone might be thinking of popping the L word a bit soon don't you think Feds." Zara raised her eyebrows suspiciously and shook her raven black hair a little.

I wasn't quite sure whether she was nodding in agreement or the opposite reason.

"I've just never met someone quite like her." I amazed myself as I admitted it to Zara.

"Are you gonna see her today, looking mighty fine I must admit Feds." She winked slyly in my direction.

"Romantic stroll around." I smiles in agreement, it was a good idea I had to admit to myself.

I practically chased down the five flights of stairs of my building, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my body. Zara tailed behind me muttering that they should get the 'bloody lift fixed.' But I didn't mind my thoughts were on those dazing blue eyes.

Estoy loco por ti.

I'm crazy for you, I don't even know the name of this beautiful creature, it's seems the least of my worries when I'm in her presence, my thoughts are just whisked away.

As I waited patiently outside of the tube I somehow forgot how to breathe for a second when I saw her elegant physique exit the station.

Tienes los ojos más bonitos del mundo.

She has the prettiest eyes in the world, I can't stop myself from staring into those deep beauties of yours. They compliment everything about her.

I couldn't hold myself back as we embraced in a comfortable and familiar hug. It felt so natural to be in such close proximity with her.

"Hello, beautiful." I pecked her cheek, which made her blush adorably.

"Hello, Federico." She squeezed me again before allowing our bodies to set angle from our intimate closeness.

"So tell my something about yourself?" I relaxed my shoulders as the tense atmosphere was broken after she began to speak.

We headed for our chosen destination which was covered in fairy lights and pretty decorations; although Christmas was five weeks away it always was obligatory to prepare months in advance it seemed in London.

"Where to begin," she giggled lightly,"Well I'm hopefully starting University in September and just finishing off this year." Her eyes connect with mine and I can no longer contain the happiness I thrive on when she gives me her complete attention.

Initially, I didn't want her to know the real me, but my intentions were being heavily driven off course by lust and her beautiful face hasn't left my mind at all.

That's why I couldn't stop myself from sending her that message today and I'm so thankful she agreed to meet me.

I've punished myself enough for ditching our date a couple of days ago because I was scared. I was scared of how at ease with myself I felt in her presence. She makes me feel wanted again.

She releases all of my apprehensions.

"Thank you for coming today." I pushed my fingers in between the holes that perfectly curled between my own.

I need to understand how she's managed to do this, without even trying.

I feel invincible again, I've missed this adrenaline-fueled perspective, my thoughts are frolicking around as if they're high on drugs.

High off her daring states.

"No need to thank me, handsome." She purred in response.

This woman is everything I need right now.

She seems so fragile and yet feisty, a little joy of hope blazing upon my horizon.

"You don't seem to realise how attractive you are." I broke the silence which had just formed.

Her stare was so penetrating; I felt so bare on the surface in her company.

"What do you mean." She bit her lip in surprise.

"I mean that you should believe me when I tell you that you are beautiful to me." My Spanish accent accentuated the phrase into a beautiful phrase of affection.

Her cheeks rouged at my comment and left her tongue-tied. "Thank you." She whispered as she squeezed my hand in appreciation.

Our second rendezvous has made me apprehend just how much I needed to just be in her company.

She fills my stomach with a gushing feeling that's over whelming; maybe even love struck. It gets worse unless she's with me and improves when she laughs or blushes.

Pienso en ti todo el tiempo.

I think about you all the time, I just wanted to tell her, but every time I did; I felt the curtain falling down, and I wasn't sure how much I could trust this beauty with a secret so bare.

"Thank you for being the guy I bumped into a couple of weeks ago and thank you for all of your overly nice compliments." She flickered her eyeline away from me as I could sense she was embarrassed to share her real emotions.

It took me no an hour to know you and only a day to fall in love with your soul, again.

It feels like we'd known each other before and that we'd promised to meet again. She's spectacular.

"You're not too bad looking yourself Señora." She pouted her Crimson lips together perfectly. I felt so tempted to kiss them but I knew it was too soon.

"Is that one of those backhanded compliments." I teased.

"Maybe." She buzzed back in amusement.

She already means so much to me.

Something inside of me knows that this assumption about her is true. I already feel this connection between us, I want her to be mine.

It will take me a lifetime to be able to forget you, my circulation would no longer function without that adorable laugh of yours.

I'm crazy about her.

I lie awake at night and can't stop the current of thoughts washing and consuming my every reflection. I picture her face, her eyes, her smile, her hair, her skin.

She's giggling at something I said, as my mind is still whirling about her, even when she's blatantly standing next to me.

I know that I'm an obsessive person and I won't let myself hurt her. I can't let myself be me when I'm with her, she would be repulsed by how besotted I already am.

But I can't hide my feelings anymore; I need to just voice them.

Her pale skin appeared to be pin-pricked and her body spasmed as a crisp breeze wavered passed us. She looked so sweet and vulnerable, staring back at me.

"Would you like my scarf?" I offered as her skin looked so delicate and soft it made me want to touch her so badly.

"I'm fine don't worry, I'm used to this sort of weather." She cocked her head to the side playfully, but I could tell she really was in need of a warm touch.

It makes my body yearn to be next to her. Closer than her own set of skin, that's how close I need to be.

I decided that I'd have to tell her how I felt, otherwise; we're  just wasting time.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her waist into a warm embrace and rubbed my fingers gently across her visible goose bumps.

She seemed to like it whenever we came in contact with the feel of one another. I certainly did.

I enjoyed watching the tranquility that remained across her face, as I continued to warm her body which almost felt like it had never been in the presence of the sun.

"I reckon we should go somewhere a little more private." I could see my breath as I allowed my words to tumble out without a filter assessing each phrase.

"I couldn't agree more." She pulsed in response.

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✶ Fede is honestly the cutest guy I think, what about you guys? I really like how all the characters are social able and have friends to rely on :) ✶

— Fuck it,' I hear him mutter, and the next thing I know he's taking hold of my hand.—
—Samantha Towle —