Founding The Lost Feeling Ch.9

There he was, Anthony… he was very tall, and his hair looked better right now from the photo. I could finally see his face, those dark brown eyes had a dash of green like a garden. He looked like he could throw me across the room, clearly, gym was a top priority for him, and that smile. 

“Oh hey…” I returned to his eyes but couldn't hold his eye contact.

“Hey querida…” he invited himself in with a big bag of food and a cup tray.

“Let me help you.” I reached for the tray but he held it above my head.

“The sad girl doesn't get to do work. '' he smiled at me before placing the food on the counter.

“I'm not sad, I'm…”

“Anxious? Stressed? Depressed? I could go on.” Anthony laughed.

“No, I'm just confused.”

“Or emo.” 

“I'm not emo.” I smiled,  moonlight shined on his face from the window, he shined. He was so handsome, he looked like a model.

“Do you need me to stop and pose so you can look at me longer? Or do you wanna eat?” The food was all laid out on the counter.

“Can I do both?”  I took one of the boxes of fries.

“Whatever you want beautiful,” he took a sip of his drink, his eyes were all over me, on my hair, my body, my eyes. if he was gonna eat me right here right now I could definitely call it. It was hard for me to nonchalantly look at him, he’s probably a foot taller than me, and with him this close I’d probably strain my neck tryna get a look at him.

“Want a tour of my place?” i asked while his eyes explored the kitchen. Once I interrupted his sight seeing, those brown eyes were back in mine, and that smile was back on him.

“of course querida.”

I held out my hand across the counter and he placed his in mine. I led him out of the kitchen and into the guest room.

“This is the bed I'll be sleeping in tonight.”  I picked up my pile of clothes and threw them in the closet.

“not alone.” he was leaning against the door. it wasn’t a shock he was staring at my legs when I turned around.

“I'll put a pillow in between if you touch as much as you stare.” walked past him brushing my hand on his chest, I heard him exhale a deep, frustrated breath. 

“I can't make promises.” He took my hand again and we walked out to the pool. my heart was fluttering and my face was hot. his words, his voice, his smile, his hands, those eyes. He successfully destroyed my head's demands to not get flustered.

“This is my pool-“

“what’s that?” I felt his hand tug on me, when I followed his eyes he was looking at the ground, at the concrete, and the blade I had left on the ground.

“shit,” I said aloud immediately regretting it. He tried to release my hand but I held my grip on him so he couldn’t walk away. “I was cleaning gum that was stuck on the ground.” I lied.

“bullshit, how’d you know that is what i was talking about.” He pulled out my hand's grip and picked up the blade. Thankfully there was no residue blood so I had an excuse.

“Don’t you think there’d be blood if I was hurting myself?”

He was quiet.

“I never implied you hurt yourself…” he bent the blade in half, and pushed it in his pocket. I don't know why this stranger cares so much. We sat there staring at each other, he was mad and that made me more mad.

“Do you think I owe you an explanation? This is the first time I've ever met you, I don't know why you care so much… I don't know why you showed up all of a sudden when I called you. I don't know anything about you!” That was a lot I needed to say. I took a deep breath of fall air. It was still warm out.

“I don’t know why i care! but I would never pass up a chance to make a beautiful girl like you happy instead of sad. You're right you don't know me, but I want to know you.” he took a small breath. “I know you're hurting i could tell in your voice. I know this is weird for me to be explaining all of this to you, but the fact, is the night Garrot gave me the number i have been thinking about you non-stop. I finally had the strength to call you and when I heard your voice all my worries went away.”

I was speechless, he stared at me and I stared at him. nothing but fall air and pain between us. Anthony was hurting too, I could see it in his eyes. no one’s ever wanted me, craved me like he does.

“Anthony…”

“Please let me hold you.” He walked up to me, putting his hands on the back of my head and pulled me to his chest. a tear rolled down my cheek. 

Finally, I felt something, it hurt. his hurt.

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