02

CHAPTERS 02

Grinning when I hear girlish screams and curses, I’m about to step out when he rushes out the door and turns to the men’s bathroom. Panicking, I rush into the nearest stall and close the door, leaning my forehead against the cold, metal. Turning my head to place my ear against the door, I smile at the man before double-taking. My eyes widen and my mouth opens to scream when he cuts me off by placing his hand over my lips.

It’s as if time slows down and all I can see is him standing with beautiful tan skin and sharp, angular features that seem to be chiseled to perfection by the Lord above. What would have been a slender nose is now slightly crooked, probably broken at some point. He has some slight stubble that only adds to the appeal. His pink lips are pulled into a frown, dark brown eyebrows that match his tousled hair knotted in confusion as he stares down at me, a mix of disbelief and shock in his bright green eyes.

I blink slowly, as if to snap myself out of the trance I’m being held in by him and look down at his hand before looking back up to his mottled green eyes. It feels like my body has been jolted with electricity and the aftermath is a million sparks tingling under the spot where his hand lay on my waist.

I close my fingers around his wrist, gasping quietly as more tingles shoot across my arm, before lowering his hand down and back to his side. His eyes follow my every move, lips pressed as he stands there, looking down at me. There is a long pause, both of us just staring at each other. For the life of me I can’t look away, it’s as if there is some pull to him, some string that I’m holding onto that is attached to him. A string that thrums with electricity and something oh so right. The feeling is indescribable.

A ghost of a smile graces his lips but it’s only fleeting, perhaps I imagined it. He steps back to lean against one wall while I lean against the other, our feet crossing. Frowning at him in confusion, I tilt my head to the side slightly as if he’s a puzzle I’m trying to figure out. The muscles in his arms bulge and strain against his black leather jacket, an equally black shirt underneath it that sticks to his skin and shows the outlines of his abs. I notice a black string around his neck that seems like coiled rope, the pendant hidden underneath the safety of his clothes but the disfigured shape visible enough.

He’s an Adonis who oozes raw masculinity, making me desperate for his hands to be on my skin again. No ! Bad Aurora ! I reprimand myself, although it’s useless as dirty thoughts continue in my mind. Looking back up at him, I notice his eyes discreetly roaming my figure from head to toe, examining me as well.

‘’Women’s bathroom is on the right.’’ Is the first thing he says to me in his wonderful, husky voice that sends shivers down my spine.

I wince before smiling shakily. ‘’I’m hiding from a drunk man. I think the women’s bathroom is a bit too obvious, don’t you ?’’

‘’Why are you whispering ?’’ He asks a little too loudly, making me hush him and send a glare his way.

Suddenly, I hear the main door of the men’s bathroom burst open and a pair of heavy footsteps rush into the room. I cross my arms and look at him, unimpressed before pointing a finger to the door as if to say, ‘’Because of that, idiot !’’ He rolls his eyes before stepping forward and placing both hands on my waist and picking me up, placing me on the closed lid of the toilet and bringing a finger to his lips. I narrow my eyes at him before sitting on the lid of the tank, suppressing a shiver from those damned sparks.

Hearing, who I know is the drunk man, open up every stall, my hand unknowingly grasps his wrist in panic as I strain to listen. It’s like a ticking clock of my impending doom as his footsteps draw nearer to this stall. I look down at his thumb which is rubbing soothing, small circles into my skin in an effort to calm me down. Smiling at the gesture, I gaze up at him and take in his shadowed features as he glances back at the door before his eyes meet mine again. Hastily, I look away and hold my breath when the man’s footsteps stop right outside our stall and he chuckles.

« All I want is a blowjob, bitch. Come on out, I know you’re in there. » The drunk man slurs, making me cringe in disgust.