"It turned out really good!" I exclaimed admiring our model of the Eiffel Tower assembled just the way we wanted it."It turned out much better than I imagined." Harry agreed smiling."Glad we got this done." I sighed mentally. I looked at my fingers and they were all covered in ink and colored glue."Was it torturous like that?" he asked."What?" I asked confused by being distracted."Doing the job with me. Was it that bad, being in my company?" He asked, I thought the face he made was so cute that all I did was laugh."Of course not Harry. At first you were quite grumpy, let's be honest. But now you're reasonable..." I admitted."So... Will you agree to go out with me?" I widened my eyes, totally taken back by his proposal. Harry scratched his head, and looked to the side, looking nervous."Harry…" I started to speak but he cut me off."I get it! You don't want to go out with a troubled guy like me. Let me take this model to class tomorrow, I'll take you home now." He exclaimed pick
That was one of my favorite days, considering the heavy rain and the cold, it was always my favorite weather. I loved feeling the wind blow hard against my face making my hair sway. I liked the idea of shivering from the cold. Since I completed my fifteen years, I noticed in myself the desire and interest in things that many considered bad. Like rainy and cold days, horror movies and drawing destroyed landscapes instead of beautiful things.But when my life completely changed, I was eighteen. I lived with my grandmother forever, I never felt rejected or inferior to anyone. Some people even considered me antisocial, for having only two friends, Olivia and João. But I didn't care, those two were worth more than the entire school and neighborhood.That day I woke up with a headache from having had a strange dream; my mother and father would come up to me and place two kisses on my forehead and disappear. What I found most strange was that I could see their faces, they were so beautiful a
Fascinated with that man, I didn't realize that I must have been looking at him longer than I should have, my cheeks felt like hell they were so hot. I only managed to return from my impure thoughts trip that made me very ashamed, when the man snapped his fingers in front of me."Some problem?" he asked suppressing a cheeky smile. I got angry."Yes. Look what you did to me!" I replied pointing to my body all dirty and wet. He studied me up and down for a second. For a brief moment I thought I saw a malicious look on his face. But I ignored it, it was certainly in my head."Oh, so you were the foul-mouthed lady?" he asked with an amused look."I didn't mean to swear." I said feeling really bad for having cursed his mother. "But I was very angry, look what you did. There was a huge street for you to drive your car through, but you preferred to drive over a mud puddle in front of me, it's hard to understand that it was unintentional." I spoke without breathing, so fast that even I was su
Totally focused on the path the car was taking on the road, I was. I couldn't dare say a word either. The fear of saying something embarrassing or stupid, which was so typical of me, was stronger than my willingness to ask questions. The mixture of anxiety and a strange fear of being inside that car bothered me and I moved constantly. Until biting my bottom lip bled."There! Damn it." I exclaimed softly placing a finger on the wound and looking at the small trail of blood."What it was?" He asked me looking at me quickly and returning his gaze to the road. He might just have a vampire's ears to hear whispers."Nothing. Just me biting my mouth until it bleeds." I answered like it was nothing and shrugged."Why do you do that? Do you like hurting yourself?" With his deep and silky voice he asked me turning into a street."When I'm nervous I have some bad habits." I spoke."So that means you're nervous right now." He said, making my face heat up. I swallowed hard not knowing what to say,
When I entered the house, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, breathing heavily. Julian had made me very intrigued and curious about him. Who was he? Because I was so awkward around him, in a way I had never felt before in my life. I felt like a fool for what happened in the car, I was vulnerable and if he was a bad man he would have taken advantage of me with ease.My mind was fuzzy, I was on the verge of crying. Was it normal for me to be attracted to a strange man and practically allow him to touch me without protest? But I felt in the depths of my being, something told me that he wasn't just anyone, I felt it as soon as I laid eyes on him. The man was a Greek god of beauty. Except that was beyond beauty, I felt something different with his touch and closeness. His deep, beautiful voice, his confident, elegant presence.I decided to let it go. Sure it was fleeting and I would never hear from him again."Grandma! I'm home." I called."I'm in the kitchen!" she screamed
"Hello" I whispered running up the stairs."Hello, Eloise." The dark and strangely sensual voice sent a shiver through my being and I shuddered.It was him.Julian.I didn't know how to react to that, was I still sleeping and dreaming that Julian was calling me? And since he had my grandmother's number… But of course, I had left my cell phone in his car."Hhn...Julian?" He wasn't there in person, but I felt my body and cheeks heat up."Very well, you already recognize my voice." he replied."What do you want? I mean, why are you calling me? And how did you get my grandmother's number?" I asked carefully so as not to sound ignorant with my questions. I tried to pretend I didn't know my cell phone had been left in his car."Your phone was in my car. I dared to touch it to look for the number of someone responsible for you, as I didn't see mom or dad, there was only one, which was grandma with a heart on the front, so I deduced that I could enter that number contact you and return your p
What was I going to do with that man all hurt inside my room? My grandma was certainly sleeping like a rock after the medicine she took, and even if she hadn't I wouldn't have had the courage to go up to her and tell her that Julian was inside my room in the middle of the night. I needed to know what had happened to him."I'll get a cloth and a bowl of water. Wait here." I said softly and left the room. I went down to the kitchen and got a clean cloth and a small bucket of water.I put the cloth inside the bucket and also took a glass of filtered water for him to drink. My hands were shaking. I went back up to the room, not without taking a look at grandma first. She was still in the same position and it looked like she wasn't going to wake up anytime soon. When I entered my room, I put the glass of water on top of my dresser and the bucket on the floor, locked the door and went to Julian who was sitting with only his hand on his head."Hey. What are you feeling?" I asked sitting down
The next day I woke up a little scared, I sat up in bed quickly with a possible nightmare, but I didn't remember anything, the only thing I remembered was having slept and not dreaming about anything, also of Julian having come to the my room at dawn.I looked over and he was there, still sleeping. I felt a sense of relief knowing that it hadn't been figments of my imagination, he was really there. I ran to look on my cell phone what time it was, five in the morning, soon I would have to get ready to go to school and my grandmother would wake up, Julian had to go. With a heavy heart I shook him lightly, at the same time he opened his eyes, he looked a little scared."Shh... It's me..." I whispered to him."It's already morning?" he asked softly running his hands over his face."Yes, five in the morning, my grandmother gets up at six to walk and comes back at six twenty to wake me up." I spoke softly. "Did you sleep well?" I asked anxiously for the answer."I've never slept so well in