The Coldest CEO was my first love

Mario stood up. He slung his black bag. His left hand briefly reaches my neck, once again. I tried to hold his hand. Ask for his touch any longer. I touch his fingers and it all feels cold

"I have to go," he said

He kissed my lips quickly and briefly, so I haven't even had time to feel or even respond to him.

I hold the hem of the shirt from behind. Prevent his body from stepping away. I want Him here! He turned around. His lips forced a smile.

"Let me be able to remember clearly," he said I could not understand.

I didn't understand Mario's words and I didn't want to ask any questions either. I just want to enjoy the night with him. Please do not go!

He kissed my cheek deeply. Full of gentle rhythms with feeling. His eyes closed slowly. His breath was drawn long. His eyes stared at my face for a long time, combing my hair with his fingers and putting on a beautiful smile. I pulled my lips back.

You stepped in, leaving my rental room. You go further, leaving a fading shadow, lost at the end of the hall in the dim, cold night.

Silence.

Lonely.

The next room was quiet too. Mario disappeared with the night turning to dawn.

I paused back into the room. Lean behind the door for a moment. My chest was still shaking violently. What happened between us? I remember the little kiss earlier. Ah, how can we do that? everything was so fast and soulful.

I step slowly fell on the sofa. Ah here, me and him .. Umh, I can't let go of the shadow of that incident. Everything continued sticking in my memory.

The night was beautiful. That night I will never forget. I remember our kisses and your touch. All make my smile does not stop all night.

I like you ... Mario's warm voice, ringing in my ear, how about this? I can't stand him, omg! this was right. Everything was hot

*****

Back to reality.

I'm getting ready to leave campus class. My face forced a small smile remembering the new friendship I had, her name was Ailee, and the man, Reo.

I want to immediately leave this campus but.

I could see the warmth in Reo's eyes. Especially when those two eyes stared deeply at my face as if waiting for the gaze back from my eyes.

He had feelings for me. I can felt it.

But, I can only continue to ignore it. I still can't open the door to my heart, which may still be locked.

The story of the first man in my life makes me reluctant to try to get to know other men.

Am I still hopeful? I don't know myself, I still don't understand. What was clear, my feelings for him, still same unchanged.

I glanced at my watch

03.00 in the afternoon.

"Ailee. I have to go home. "I lied so I could escape this circle of friends. I'm still not comfortable with this new relationship.

Ailee has a small and beautiful face, her body was tall and slender, she is a model and an artist. His brother was also interesting, always loyal to accompany her.

They are lovely siblings, it was just I still can't accept being close friends with them.

***

Since old time. Maybe when I was a child I liked the warmth of the sun. I also enjoyed enjoying the warm atmosphere of the two parents' hugs even though I just walked in the garden around our house. Even now, I like walking on the streets. Past the cafes where young people hang out and I also love bookstores. I like to visit the place by walking slowly down the sidewalk. Enjoying the warm sunshine against my skin

I've been standing at the door of this bookstore again. The place where we met yesterday.

With doubt, I took a step closer, watching each individual from behind the glass wall. Ah, what am I expecting right now?

Slowly I pushed open the door. Cool air hit my skin which has a clear temperature difference.

The distinctive smell of a bookstore refreshed my mind. I loved the smell of a bookstore with its neatly lined shelves.

I walked down my favorite shelf with the best seller romance collection. Someone was standing at the end of the shelf.

I can see the tips of his shoes pointing at me but I don't care.

When I realized the tip of his shoe was right behind the book I chose.

That, someone, was right in front of me.

I looked up to find out his figure. My eyes suddenly grew bigger. Impossible! I frowned.

Blinked a few times.

Convincing my eyesight once again.

I can not believe to find his figure now in front of me. The corners of his lips are slightly drawn.

He tried to carve a smile.

I wiped the hair on the side of my face and tucked it in my ear.

Maybe it will make my eyesight even more alert. Was my vision not wrong? I find it hard to believe.

My face was slightly tilted, making sure once again to be more sure of his presence.

His hand grabbed my wrist. Quick pull.

As if asking me to follow his fast paces.

Until we stepped out of the bookstore. I removed the book in my hand as fast as possible at the cashier table and was forced to follow the pull of his hand as well as his long steps.

I followed his fast pace.

I continued to stare at his back with an incredulous face.

My body surrendered, guided by the pull of his hand. He pulled my wrist a little with his strength.

Although it leaves pain and red streaks. I keep following him.

We continued walking down the sidewalk in the warm sun.

I looked at his back. Keep on walking, keep holding my hand, keep on going anywhere. I just want to follow you.

I can't see anything other than him in my eyes. In these eyes only his broad back, his stout hands, his long strides visible. While others are blurred in my eyes.

I want time to stop like this. Leaving together in your warm grip.

Like a dream for me. Am I dreaming right now? Your presence in front of me now makes my feelings want to explode.

My chest kept beating increasingly irregularly. My steps feel very light. I just want him.

Our steps stopped. My feet followed Mario's pace spontaneously. My hand that you still held, this great pounding feeling.

Just like this, it already makes me happy. I'm too happy to be able to follow your steps like this. Can we continue together like this?