Chapter 113 - 113: Date II (1/2)
(Third POV)
Anthony looked at Michelle as she tucked her hair behind her left ear. When he arrived earlier and recognized her behind, he had to stop for a moment to compose himself. Her hair was glossy and straight, her tiny waist emphasized by her dress that was cinched on the waist, then she was even wearing thin white stockings trimmed with lace. As a man, how can her image not inspire perverted thoughts from his brain?
Then, when she turned around after he tapped her back, a floral scent emitted from her hair or body? He was not sure from where, but she smelled really good that his mouth watered, and he wanted nothing more than to eat her whole.
However, he knew that he must act normal and not reveal his thoughts. To do so would not be gentlemanly. Though they did hook up twice, he wasn't sure if she would agree the third time. Though there were no feelings of love between them, there should still be mutual respect.
Talking about his hopes for a third time, before he left his house, he has already prepared himself for the disappointment. He imagined the scene of Michelle telling him that they must stop what they were doing because… well, she likes Andy, and for him not to tell anyone about what happened between them which was already a given. He was almost tempted to cancel but thought otherwise. He can't possibly ghost Michelle. Besides, the room has already been reserved.
He can only lament the fact that the chances of them doing what he thought they could do with the privacy have become nonexistent.
Well, that was until she brought out the matter of the movie tickets. Ah, he should really thank her friend for that. Also, she asked him to go with her! Maybe Andy did not agree to go with her that's why he became the second option? Ouch. that did hurt his manly pride a bit. Still, did that mean that she still wants to hook up with him?
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Michelle could feel Anthony's eyes on her, and she wondered what he could be thinking of. She has experienced dating with Steve in her timeline but that was when they were in their late twenties. She has zero experience dating as a, and with a teenager, so she was not sure how things should go. What should they talk about? The food?
”So… do you prefer eating Fujian cuisine?” Michelle asked a bit shyly. Ugh, what a lame conversation starter.
Anthony whose focus was on Michelle's face saw her lips moving but her words did not register to his brain. ”Sorry, can you repeat that?”
”Ah… nothing.” Michelle said as she blushed while thinking, 'What the hell? Even his slightly distracted look was so handsome! '
Anthony furrowed his brows but then he smiled. Ok, he did hear a lot of stories from his friends on what they do during a date or something, so he too has some ideas. Though he was not the smartest when it comes to studies, he does have a brain. So, he stood up from his seat and moved his chair so that they would sit beside each other.
Michelle's eyes could only widen when she saw Anthony stand up. The first thing she felt was alarm. She was afraid that her words might have offended him making him want to leave. Before she could apologize for her words, she saw him carry his chair and placed it… beside her!? She turned red to the roots of her hair. What was Anthony doing!? Did she ascend to heaven?
Anthony seeing Michelle blush could only pretend to cough to hide his nervousness. Was he too forward? ”I moved my chair so that I can hear your words better. Sorry that I didn't earlier. You don't mind, do you?”
Michelle could only nod her head dumbly. When Anthony did not sit on the chair still, she realized how he asked the question, so she shook her head, ”Ah… n-no… I don't mind…”
Anthony smiled and finally took the sit. Then he placed his right elbow on the table, leaned his head against it, and then looked at Michelle. He was not really sure about what he was doing, he never tried flirting this way with a girl before. Usually, it would be them doing it not him. Meanwhile, with Lara, he could not do it as they have been friends for a long time. If he were to apply it, it would just be plain weird.
Michelle's heart was on her throat. Gods, what was Anthony doing? Was he really flirting with her this way? With the sunlight filtering through the glass, she could see his face that she has dreamed of for a very long time very clearly. His skin was blemish free, pores so small that's almost non-existent, lips reddish, and to think that he wasn't wearing any make-up! Ah! She wanted nothing more than to kiss him, sit on his lap her legs straddling his hips and maybe they can get some action?