tapped her chin with her index finger. “Was it
because you had to wear tights, or the cape, a very unsafe
accessory, an Achilles heel for superheroes.”
“Who are you?” I gasped for air while
laughing, my brain set on her humor, and her pretty body didn’t
allow me to say anything smart. “You guessed, the yellow tights—not
my color.” I whispered. “They made my ass look flat.” I composed
myself, while discreetly turning to look at it―a move that made her
laugh. “I appreciate if you don’t divulge my confession, I faked my
death. I warned everyone—twice.” I held three fingers and she
chuckled. Her brown-green eyes began to loosen up the tension. Victory . “ Change the outfit or I’ll disappear .” No
one listened. “Now I’m a regular bystander, with a few superpowers
left.” I placed a finger on my lips. “Shh, don’t tell anyone but I
stole them from the supply closet before leaving the premises.”
Not only her body, but her personality had me
wanting to be next to her and drink whatever she had. I took off
the tux jacket and undid the bowtie while enjoying her expression.
A combo between wanting to take her shoes off and run away or stay
and enjoy the show. Those laughing, crinkled eyes made me want to
convince her of the second one and take it to the next level.
Slowly I took my vest off, handed it to her, and then proceeded
with the shirt. My company demanded me to be fit. I had a better
body than Captain America—comic or actor. When I showed her my
biceps she gulped with widened eyes.
I gave her a peek of my abs, not much, but
she got the idea of how scrawny I wasn’t. Your turn , my
insides screamed, but it seemed she was human and didn’t read
minds. Hoping that she’d come with me after the doors opened, I
pulled the phone from ‘the metal box of doom’ and talked to whoever
was on the other side. Her shallow breathing had calmed, but it
appeared that she didn’t take well to enclosed places. They gave us
a ten to twenty minute estimate, and her body loosened with the
news. No rush, I wanted to tell them but desisted. I placed my
jacket on the floor and offered her to sit on it.
“You took the job,” she said. I sat next to
her and offered her a mint. It was that or a condom. The latter
would look rude. “I hate big crowds and loud parties, yet I came
tonight. Lack of judgment, right? Then my second choice brought me
into this mess.” She said, and twirled one of the loose curls
around her ear. “I should delegate the decisions department
to someone else. I suck at it.”
“No you made the right choice,” I answered
while taking my phone out. “It’s been years since I rescued
someone, anyone. I need the practice in case there’s an alien
invasion. Would you like me to take the decision making
position?”
“I’m not usually like this,” she said, as if
we had slept together on our first date, but we hadn’t gotten to
first base yet. Not even a kiss. The girl came from another planet,
and surprisingly I wanted her to take me to her mother-ship. Then
she snickered, going back to my question. “ Decision making position, hmm, nope, haven’t decide if I’ll fire myself yet. The
paradox: to make a choice to stop making decisions. Lovely, I’m
screwed. Now what do we do, hero?”
Kiss, make out, or perhaps use my
condom? My phone didn’t have enough reception to play a movie.
I decided to play a genius mix based on one of her favorite bands,
which were pretty much the same as mine. I discovered she had a
huge obsession with eighties movies and enjoyed classical music
too. I pulled the keyboard application on my phone and began to
play the famous Moonlight Sonata. One hand pressed to her chest in
awe and the other touched my arm. She gifted me a bright smile
which made her eyes twinkle and turn greenish. She had a
power? I stopped and touched her fingers. A super charged
current of electricity ran between us and my body wanted to ignite
an entire country
because you had to wear tights, or the cape, a very unsafe
accessory, an Achilles heel for superheroes.”
“Who are you?” I gasped for air while
laughing, my brain set on her humor, and her pretty body didn’t
allow me to say anything smart. “You guessed, the yellow tights—not
my color.” I whispered. “They made my ass look flat.” I composed
myself, while discreetly turning to look at it―a move that made her
laugh. “I appreciate if you don’t divulge my confession, I faked my
death. I warned everyone—twice.” I held three fingers and she
chuckled. Her brown-green eyes began to loosen up the tension. Victory . “ Change the outfit or I’ll disappear .” No
one listened. “Now I’m a regular bystander, with a few superpowers
left.” I placed a finger on my lips. “Shh, don’t tell anyone but I
stole them from the supply closet before leaving the premises.”
Not only her body, but her personality had me
wanting to be next to her and drink whatever she had. I took off
the tux jacket and undid the bowtie while enjoying her expression.
A combo between wanting to take her shoes off and run away or stay
and enjoy the show. Those laughing, crinkled eyes made me want to
convince her of the second one and take it to the next level.
Slowly I took my vest off, handed it to her, and then proceeded
with the shirt. My company demanded me to be fit. I had a better
body than Captain America—comic or actor. When I showed her my
biceps she gulped with widened eyes.
I gave her a peek of my abs, not much, but
she got the idea of how scrawny I wasn’t. Your turn , my
insides screamed, but it seemed she was human and didn’t read
minds. Hoping that she’d come with me after the doors opened, I
pulled the phone from ‘the metal box of doom’ and talked to whoever
was on the other side. Her shallow breathing had calmed, but it
appeared that she didn’t take well to enclosed places. They gave us
a ten to twenty minute estimate, and her body loosened with the
news. No rush, I wanted to tell them but desisted. I placed my
jacket on the floor and offered her to sit on it.
“You took the job,” she said. I sat next to
her and offered her a mint. It was that or a condom. The latter
would look rude. “I hate big crowds and loud parties, yet I came
tonight. Lack of judgment, right? Then my second choice brought me
into this mess.” She said, and twirled one of the loose curls
around her ear. “I should delegate the decisions department
to someone else. I suck at it.”
“No you made the right choice,” I answered
while taking my phone out. “It’s been years since I rescued
someone, anyone. I need the practice in case there’s an alien
invasion. Would you like me to take the decision making
position?”
“I’m not usually like this,” she said, as if
we had slept together on our first date, but we hadn’t gotten to
first base yet. Not even a kiss. The girl came from another planet,
and surprisingly I wanted her to take me to her mother-ship. Then
she snickered, going back to my question. “ Decision making position, hmm, nope, haven’t decide if I’ll fire myself yet. The
paradox: to make a choice to stop making decisions. Lovely, I’m
screwed. Now what do we do, hero?”
Kiss, make out, or perhaps use my
condom? My phone didn’t have enough reception to play a movie.
I decided to play a genius mix based on one of her favorite bands,
which were pretty much the same as mine. I discovered she had a
huge obsession with eighties movies and enjoyed classical music
too. I pulled the keyboard application on my phone and began to
play the famous Moonlight Sonata. One hand pressed to her chest in
awe and the other touched my arm. She gifted me a bright smile
which made her eyes twinkle and turn greenish. She had a
power? I stopped and touched her fingers. A super charged
current of electricity ran between us and my body wanted to ignite
an entire country
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