My heart was thumping. No, it was pounding. Ugh, I need a stronger word because it looked like my heart was trying to do all it could to get out of my body.
This man... The first impression he gave me was a blaze that I had to stay away from in order to keep safe, but... This blaze... It was damn attractive. So attractive that I wouldn't mind if it engulfed me and left nothing but ashes.
I was dazed for a moment and as if he expected that reaction, 'Mike' stepped forward and whispered in my ear, jolting me out of my daze.
"I know I'm hot, 'Bunny', but if you stare like that, I don't mind ignoring everything else and taking you out of here."
His words caused my face to burn bright red, and my heart, which wouldn't calm down, began to bleed.
I gripped my chest, scared of this reaction I had never had in my life before.
It was wild and scary.
I quickly looked away, biting my lip and almost tearing it but it didn't get to that point. I just... Wanted to calm down.
"I..."
With this reaction, would he assume I was a virgin or just stay cocky that his charms had gotten the best of me?
I hope it was the latter.
I decided not to meet his eyes and become an even bigger mess than I already was. All my efforts to look cool and leave a dashing first impression were flushed down the drain.
I felt he would be hot, based on his body that was on his profile frame, but I didn't expect him to be this hot.
Wasn't this like... A crime?
Even I, who was considered pretty handsome, could not hold a candle to him. Not to talk of those ordinary people. They'd be like paper mesh next to this masterpiece.
Justice for ordinary people.
"Why aren't you looking my way?" 'Mike' asked as he took the stool next to mine. "Am I a bit too much?"
He was grinning, looking amused as if this situation was the highlight of his day.
It made my heart unstable. How could I look at him?
He had this intense gaze with those bright golden-brown eyes. His hair was blonde but it looked like the blonde had been darkened over the years. Was it previously dyed? I can't tell but his hair didn't shine, that's for sure.
Still, he looked strikingly hot like that.
If I were a hammer, I'd definitely hit that hot piece.
Realizing this though, I called my cheeks in disbelief.
Gosh, what am I suddenly thinking about? I'd hit that hot piece? I wish. If anything, I was the one getting hit tonight by that hot piece.
He was shrouded with a level of confidence that I have never felt in my life. I mean, why wouldn't he? He had the looks and body to go with it.
But I can't tell if that's where his confidence comes from.
I'm handsome, I have money, and I have never felt inferior to anyone, but I don't think I have ever had that level of confidence.
Where does it lie? I wanna know.
I peeked at him. He was simply staring at me.
Was this fun for him? It seemed so.
But it wasn't fun for me.
If anything, it felt suffocating under this gaze because I felt it was hiding too many things. And under his gaze, I just might spill out all my secrets without realizing it.
And there was one thing I would like to keep a secret. The fact that I was a virgin.
'Ugh, instead of spending this suffocating moment here, why don't we just get to the motel already?' I wondered, staring at my hand on the table.
"'Bunny, '" he called, and I raised my head. "Do I make you nervous?"
As soon as he asked that, it was as if he stole a breath from my lungs cause I was suddenly out of breath and I stopped breathing for a second.
But I regained my breath and voice as I watched him smile and accidentally answered correctly,
"Yes,"
The words slipped out of my lips not of my own will and this caused me to turn away, feeling I had encountered a formidable foe.
He could get me to spill out whatever he wanted to hear and all he needed to do was ask.
This was dangerous.
But this man suddenly laughed. He truly enjoyed this.
And it didn't seem like he was going to ask me any of my secrets because then, where would the fun be in that?
Instead, he leaned on his knuckles, his elbow on the counter and his gaze locked on me.
It was almost as if he liked me.
It was my own delusion, but I had no better interpretation of how he stared at me.
"So, what can I get you?" The shinny-haired bartender returned to take my order, and I peeked a glance at 'Mike', who wouldn't look away from me.
Just what was he doing?
"I'll have whatever this little Bunny is having." He said and my ears flushed a bit. He didn't need to call me that out loud.
"And what are you having, Mister Bunny?" The bartender laughed, finding this amusing as well and I pursed my lips.
"Um, what... What's good here?" I asked, a bit nervous that I would give away my inexperienced self.
"Well, depends." He said and turned to 'Mike' as if passing the microphone to him.
"What kind of things do you like, 'Bunny'?" He asked and I pursed my lips.
This felt like a trick question, no matter how I looked at it.
What did I like? What if that was a code gay people usually used? I didn't find any of this on the web.
I was slowly losing my mind, but then my conscience told me to just say whatever came to mind.
"I..." My face flushed. "I like sweet things," I said but instantly regretted it. This was the last time I was going to say whatever came to mind in a heated situation.
But surprisingly, 'Mike's smile slowly turned deliberate. As if something 'unique' crossed his mind. A calculated smile.
"Sweet, huh?" His voice was no higher than a whisper in that buzzing atmosphere but I heard his words loud and clear as if they were said directly into my ear.
I swallowed hard. My heart was no longer thumping and racing. Rather, it was tripping over itself, stumbling headfirst into something I was sure I wasn't ready for.
And it was all because of that smile he displayed.
I was just a simple naive college student who wanted to have sex for the first time. But just... Just what was I getting myself into?