Page 5 of Capturing Ava
“Oh baby, you won’t need a name for that,” I smirk.
“Why not?” She pouts.
“Why don’t I walk you home?”
“Oh, okay.” I watch her face fall and I should do as I’ve told her I’m going to do. I should take her home. That’s where she should be, not with me, but I can’t help fantasizing about how her perfect little body would feel against mine.
The girl I had just met, who was happy and talkative, became quiet when we went outside. She refused to make eye contact with me. Maybe she didn’t do this often, but I could feel the tension between us. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
I passed by the small Chinese lady who always stood on this street corner. I get an idea as I gaze upon the different flower arrangements on the table, sheltered from the rain by the tent.
“What is your favourite flower?” I whisper into her ear.
“My what?” Her eyes widen.
“Your favourite flower,” I repeat.
“Oh, nobody has ever asked me that before.” Her lips tighten together. “Red roses.” She answers.
“Wait here,” I instructed her, unsure if she was just going to flee into the night because this was strange, even by my standards.
As I approach her, she looks like an angel standing in the rain. “Close your eyes,” she does as I ask, with no questions asked. Too trusting. I move my hand from my back and place the single red rose into her hands. “Now, open them.”
Her eyes open and she glances down at the Rose cradled in her palms. I hear a gasp pass her lips, “You bought me a flower,” her eyes are wide with wonder as they etch up my body until her eyes are looking into mine and everything stops. Everything in the world stands still. There is nothing, just me and her. “Nobody has ever given me anything.” She chokes back a sob.
How was that possible? Was she unaware of her own presence? How could it be that anyone had never given her anything? She’s on the verge of tears, her eyes revealing the truth; something as simple as a flower can make her cry. I didn’t find many things surprising, but she was an exception.
She smiles—a smile I never saw coming. “Thank you,” I hear her utter. I can’t remember a single time someone appreciated something I did in this god-forsaken place called life. Now I’m the one who’s shocked. Great, the little vixen was getting under my skin, but I just wanted to fuck her, didn’t I?
“I thought you were walking me home.” She asks after light-years of silence.
“Is that what I said?” I smirk and she responds with a gentle nod. “Well, I walked you to my home.” I smile. Her face falls as her eyes move across my estate. “If you are uncomfortable, I can still take you home.”
“No,” she shakes her head. “This—this is fine.”
“Don’t look so worried—I don’t bite, well, not unless you want me to.” I wink.
Her entire demeanor reflects that of a timid and shy girl. I can’t understand it - she wouldn’t stop talking in the bar, but now she looks like she’s about to bolt in the opposite direction.
Once we are inside, I hear a sigh pass her lips. “Shall we get it over with, then?”
“Get it over with? Get what over with?” I smirk.
“Uh,” she shifts from one foot to the other. “You know.” She whispers.
“I’m afraid I don’t. If you don’t want to do anything, we won’t. I am not forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do. So, please can you come sit down? You are making me nervous.” I smile.
The timid little thing walks towards me. The cream and gold stone floor resounds with the clangs of her heels with each step. I placed her little body next to mine, but she’s still not close enough. The moment she’s near me, the scent of sweetness overwhelmed my senses. While I bring her body close to mine, she tenses until my fingers glide along her arms, melting her tension away, allowing her to release a contented sigh.
“See, that’s better,” I whisper into her hair.
“Why are you been so nice to me?”
“Why wouldn’t I be nice, Ava? Have you done anything to cause me to want to be mean?” She shakes her head. “Well, stop asking me silly questions, silly girl.”
Her skin feels smooth beneath my hands and desire consumes me. My breath quickens as soon as my fingers contact her soft, little body. She remains oblivious to my intense desire for her. Her touch awakens something untamed deep within me.
My fingers caress her body, moving downwards. Hitting her thighs and Christ, they feel just as fucking good, if not better. I just want to open her legs and bury myself within her. I run my fingers along her thighs, causing her body to jolt and shudder. I can’t tell if it’s fear or excitement anymore.
