1 UNKNOWN - Chapter 01

I put on my headphones, open my book and flip to the page where I left off two days earlier. My lips are already widening when I see the beginnings of the sentences. About five minutes later, I'm completely immersed in my reading when I hear a low growl. I raise my eyebrows and glance at the man next to me. I remember he was already there sleeping when I came to sit down. He's a straight-haired red-haired guy. It’s amazing to see them with straight hair, I’ve never seen them before. Usually their hair is curly and messy. I smiled when I saw him so deeply asleep. He looks quite tired to me, with the dark circles shading his eyes and his eyebrows frowning slightly as if he was thinking of something in his sleep.

Realizing that my behavior is rude, I turn away and resume my reading. As I turn the page, I stiffen as I feel the weight of his head on my neck. My heart is beating without my really knowing the reason. I mechanically close my book, and lean towards him. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice he's still sound asleep. I'd say this guy is playing a bad joke on me if he doesn't seem so tired. His breathing is peaceful and I believe in his sleep. Should I wake him up? I do not know what to do. I am embarrassed too. Having a stranger so close to me sets my nerves afloat.

I sigh and calm down. Then I reason with myself. He's just a little too tired and was not well in his position, so he let himself go thinking maybe he was in a bed. And I could at least let him rest, it wasn't a big deal.

But I just reopen the book when I hear a moan. I jump and cautiously glance at the man. The sound was coming from him!

Panicking, I glance lost in the metro. We were a little apart from the others, I notice with fear.

- Uh ... sir? I ended up calling him.

But he doesn't move an inch. Rather, I feel him take a deep breath of ease.

Then I let out a little cry of surprise when I felt a tongue on the skin of my neck. My heart is alarmed. Before I can move, I feel a small bite on my skin, before he wraps his arms around me as if to hold me back.

- Sir ...

- Hmm ...

He pulls on my skin again and sucks it deep. I suppressed a moan, which I did not know whether of pain or pleasure. My God ! I am crazy.

- Please ... please stop ...

Immediately he stops and I get up quickly, my heart pounding. He finally wakes up and gives me a puzzled look before licking his lips.

- What's going on? He asks, frowning.

I notice then that he has a soft, warm and reassuring voice. Yet that is not enough to calm my heartbeat. What he has just done is unthinkable. He was sleeping !

- Hey, he calls me.

I look at him, still so confused. Now that he's awake, I find him beautiful ... His lips are slightly wet, swell, and pink! And sexy, who called the kisses ...

I shake my head negatively. I should have fallen on my head to think like that about a stranger. I never knew I was crazy, so what happened to me?

- Miss?

I look up at him and notice that he is licking his bottom lip like he's just tasted, I don't know, chocolate.

- Do you have that taste? He asks, catching me off guard.

I step back cautiously. He frowns and darts a worried look at me before running a nervous hand through his hair, which he pushes back flexibly.

- Ah, I see. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you let alone hurt you. I was dreaming, he apologizes.

But I do not answer, still disturbed by what had just happened. It was the first time anyone had done what he had done to me. Even my fiance had never done this to me.

- You might think I'm obsessed, but don't worry, I'm not. Please forget about this incident.

Easier said than done ! She refrained from retorting. When he looks into mine, I stiffen up. I have never seen eyes so light brown. They seemed almost transparent and devoid of trivia. Like he never had to be angry, like he was pure. Of course, that’s impossible, but that’s what I see in that innocent gaze.

- What's your first name?

- Miki, I answer mechanically in a muffled voice.

I marvel at my voice which was surprisingly vibrant, as if it hadn't been me who had just spoken.

- Miki, he whispers in a distant voice.

Chills run through me. The way he rolled the words over her mouth was so sensual ...

- You have a nice name. I know you are distraught by what just happened. Look, I just buried my wife, and I still have all the after-effects.

I don't understand why he's telling me this, but I'll let him continue.

- Yesterday. I buried him yesterday. She was very beautiful, and still smelled of vanilla.

I stiffened again. He looks at me and I see his sad gaze.

- You smell like vanilla.

My heart is skipping a beat. He didn't need to say more, I already understood.

- I'm sorry, I stammer, finally finding the strength to speak.

He smiles and that’s the one thing in this world that I found more beautiful right now. Not just his smile, although sad. But rather his face which was lit up for the seconds that this bit of smile had lasted.

- Sorry again for disturbing you.

He raises an eyebrow, looking at my left hand.

- Are you engaged?

I look down at my ring too, and smile.

- Yes. I'm getting married in a few days.

If that was a glimmer of sadness I just saw pass in his eyes, he didn't show it when he spoke. Besides, why would it be? I'm sure I'm having ideas, we didn't know each other, there was no reason for my marital status to affect him.

- It's wonderful to unite your life with the person you love, he points out.

I smile.

- Yes, it is.

The metro arrives at the station and I regret it a bit. We go out a little at the same time and I spontaneously extend my hand. In fact, I needed it. I wanted to know what the palm of his thin hand would be like, although I guess it was soft like his innocent face.

He holds out his hand to me and then I confirm. And I shudder. His hand is slightly cold and soft.

- I apologize again for my behavior.

- Don't worry, it's in the past.

Of course, this is wrong. This incident would not go into my brain archives anytime soon. When he takes his hand away, I still regret it. This is the kind of hand I would like to keep in mine for a long time.

What was happening to me? I definitely don't understand. I have a man, I'm engaged and getting married soon, so why was I reacting like this with a complete stranger?

I come out of my reverie and notice, a little confused, that I was alone. Finally, he was no longer there.

And why am I sad? Why do I regret not seeing him again? I'm crazy, I reassure myself by taking my way to the exit.

The sounds of moving cars put me back on my feet. I take a deep breath and call a cab before sliding into the backseat.