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No sound comes out of my mouth, we can say that her almost perfect beauty does not help me pull myself together.

The dim light of the moon delicately illuminates his face, despite the darkness, I can clearly see his steely blue eyes, he scrutinizes me for a long time waiting for me to speak.

"I..uh,..I wanted to"

Awesome! I can no longer line up two words, a sneer appears on his thin lips, and I groan in shame.

"Thank you for helping me earlier" I whispered sincerely.

He bends his head slightly, his hands in his pockets, he's so tall that I have to straighten my poor little head as much as possible.

"It was a pleasure, but I don't think that's why you're here," he retorts.

I bite my nervous lower lip, suddenly handing him his jacket.

"I also wanted to thank you for lending it to me, I didn't have time to wash it, well yes, I assure you that it is clean and...."

I could not finish my sentence that he suddenly pulls his jacket still in my hands making me closer to his body.

A gasp of surprise comes out of my throat, my chest brushes against his imposing torso, and our faces are only a few centimeters apart, his breath falls deliciously on my face, we're too close for my taste.

His face slowly approaches mine, my heart beats much faster, my breathing quickens.

He moves closer until his lips brush against my ear causing thousands of shivers to run through my body.

I face his neck and quietly fill my lungs with his masculine scent.

"I would have preferred you to keep it than to dirty your little feet" he murmurs.

His breath pleasantly warms my ear, and then..I realize his words, ....I'm barefoot and outside.

I think I'm crimson red.

He pulls away from me and gently places a kiss against my flushed cheek.

It's just a little touch, this little touch is so normal, but it puts me in all my states.

He departs this time for good and takes the jacket from my hands.

"You have to go home, you might catch a cold, good night Sarah" he said, gently ruffling my hair.

I don't answer, too upset by what has just happened, he goes to his car, elegantly gets into his vehicle which he starts, he gives me a little sign that I answer and he leaves.

I do the same and rush into our little house, I climb the stairs hastily to avoid any discussion with my kindergarten and lock myself in my room.

I jump on my bed, and lie down on my stomach.

I absolutely do not understand this man, are his approach gestures normal?

I don't know, it's probably me who's weird, he's devilishly handsome and intimidating, which explains the strange feelings I feel towards him, yes that's probably it!

A week later

"Sarah my darling, I'm home" writes my mother from the living room

Hey, she decided to come home early today, the previous days, she spent her evenings with David.....and even her nights.

I huff loudly as I slam my anatomy book shut and join her downstairs.

"How come you got home early tonight?" I asked with my arms crossed against my chest.

She looks at me all excited, a wide smile hangs on her lips.

"I have a surprise for you" she said, reaching for something in her bag.

I approach her, curious to know what she has in store for me.

She pulls out a small envelope that she hands me.

I take it hastily, tear it up and read what is written.

As I read, my mouth and eyes wide open.

"Oh my God, mommy, that's not true! how did the most famous university in town accept me? They started classes a few weeks ago, it's impossible, and it's way too expensive for me. you" I exclaimed hastily nearly choking.

"My darling, breathe" she said.

She walks over to me and puts her hand against my arm.

"To tell you the truth, it was David who took care of it"

At these words, I step back from her, surprised by what she says to me

"But.. but mom why, we could get by on our own like we always knew how to do since dad's death, why will it change now" I asked

This time she takes me in her arms

"I know my darling, get it in your head that now David is part of our lives, there is no harm if my future husband wants to help us" she murmurs tenderly.

"Thank you mum, I can't believe I got accepted I'm so happy" I replied moved.

She pulls away from me, and frowns slightly.

"I think it's him you have to thank, I'll give you his number, so you can call him"

I think that's a bad idea.

The day after

It's 7am, 7:02 more exactly, I'm on the balcony and smoke a good little cigarette.

My phone against my palm, I still haven't called him, I don't know but I can't, I'm pretty shy as a girl, and I'm not ready to hear his voice, more than could- I tell him?

Finally I prefer to send him a message, it's easier not to break my head.

I thank you for what you have done. Sarah

My heart beats faster and I finally deign to click send.

That's it, it only remains to wait for him to answer me.

In less than a minute, my phone rings, it's him, he's calling me!

Why didn't he just send a message?

I prefer not to answer, I don't want to speak it, but the ringtone persists.

"He doesn't give up anymore" I cried annoyed.

Finally I answer on the second ring.

"You don't want to talk to me, I see," he said hoarsely.

His simple voice creates strange sensations in my body.

"Hmm..may be good" I replied

"I see, on the other hand I wanted to hear your voice" he replies

I roll my eyes at his unpleasant retort.

"Did you read my message?" I asked ignoring what he said earlier.

"Yes, and I want to tell you that I did it with pleasure" he breathes

A sly smile appears on my lips.

"You're early for a Saturday" he remarks

"I almost got into the habit of waking up early, I spend my time on the balcony, my little routine that I like" I replied

"I see" he replies simply.

I notice he inhales and exhales loudly, his breathing sounds like a melody in my ears, curious as I am I ask him.

"What are you doing?"

"Um, a morning jog" he replied

"I imagine with a suit"

Whoops! It came out on its own, shit, he laughs at my inappropriate remark, I wanted to catch up but he was faster.

"I would like if it could be possible but unfortunately I only wear sports shorts"

I bite my lower lip, and imagine him shirtless, dripping with sweat. Is he hairy? Are there chocolate bars to damn a saint?

"And you?" he asks suddenly bringing me back to reality.

"What, me?" I say lost

"What are you wearing, pajama bottoms that are twice your size," he said mockingly.

"Oh you'll be really disappointed, my body floats loosely in a babydoll" I replied defensively.

After having dropped my last sentence, a long silence follows, at the other end of the line, I notice that his breathing is accelerating, who knows why

I'm starting to panic, have I gone too far?

"How is she?" he asks harshly.

"Pardon?!" I exclaimed, not sure I understood his question.

"Sarah answer me, how is your fucking babydoll" he growls making me slightly startled.

Very well, he wants to play that, he'll bite his fingers.

"If you care so much to know, um... it's quite short I would say, it's white and transparent, it suits you where you want to know if I'm wearing a thong while we're at it" I say a seductive voice.

The silence that follows is worse than the previous one, then in a furious voice I will say, he launches me.

“You realize your outfit when you are on the balcony and anyone can see you”

"I don't see anyone at this time, everything is calm" I say as innocently as possible.

"And the perverse neighbors that may not count" he wrote

What's wrong with him changing his mood like that?

"But shit that's absolutely none of your business as far as I know, you're the pervert in the story you didn't believe" I said beside myself.

"Tomorrow be ready at 6 a.m., we will run together"

I'm dreaming, he's changing the subject?!

"But you don't care about me..."

Beep....beep...beep

He hung up, it's not true, I think it's the most bizarre discussion I've ever had....