Part 3: The Meeting

"Hi."

I turned to look at the owner of the voice. My eyes landed on his lower chest. Black loose tee but going higher up his man-boobs were visible enough to know he owned some pecs. His jaw line was defined and set, giving him the look of an unfriendly person.

His raven black hair was tightly pulled back, his skin olive with algae green eyes. He had a high bridged nose and full lips, a piercing on the left side of his lower lip.

The piercing did the trick, distracting me from how dangerous and scary he looked. And oh yes, I forgot a part. He was tall alright; my head barely reached his wide puffy chest.

His arms were muscular, big and strong. Had me wondering how it would feel if he were to lift me up or how it would feel to touch his biceps while he moved the arms or how it would feel if his entire weight was placed on me, would it crush my chest in?

"You're beautiful. I'd like to date you."

I felt my mouth fall open and it took me a while to close it. I looked away from him and blinked. The area bellow my right eye suddenly started itching and I lightly rubbed at it, glad I could buy more time to compose myself.

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His POV

Her hand was balled into a baby fist as she rubbed at her eye. He knew she was just stalling and trying to buy herself some time to rearrange her thoughts.

He saw the way she was staring at his body and one thing he was sure of, this little human baby either fell in love with him as well, or she wanted him so bad. It was all in her nearly colorless blue eyes.

He thought to earlier when her face slowly turned up, her wide, cat eyes studying his face. In that moment he thought about a thousand and one things he could do to her to make her look up at him the same way, the only difference perhaps just an additional smile.

"Still not done thinking," he asked and she looked up with wide eyes. Looking at her was enough to get him higher than he had ever been. "About me?"

"I don't even know you, you know?"

Typical line, he noted.

He looked down at her. There was a sort of defiance in the way she spoke. Something was telling him she was one stubborn being. He felt a smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

He called the shots, everything should go his way before he could give way to them. It would be no different in her case. Moreover, she wanted him too, at least that was obvious.

He loved her, she wanted him. Not the best but he'd settle for that for some time. Love could wait, he would give her time to fall for him once she was his. Officially his.

"You can call me Ash." He told her.

"Ash... Nice name." She told him looking up with bright eyes and a warm little smile, her earlier defiance seemingly forgotten. She lifted an eyebrow. "Ash-what, by the way? Ashley? Ashton? Ashlyn? Asher? You look the type with a rare name. Ashenford?"

She loved to talk, he noticed. And, it appeared, she was friendly towards anyone that crossed her path. Not really a good trait if she was to be his. In his world, not everyone was friendly and everyone gave out a smile at a price. Her friendliness would cost her if not him.

Also, her friendliness would attract competition. Not that he would mind having few, useless competitors, He feared he would hurt her at some point during the competitions.

"Neither. Just call me Ash. I'll call you Princessah."

"That's not my name."

"I hereby bestow it to you."

"You know what, whoever you are..."

She's a short fuse, he noticed. "Call me Ash."

"Mr. Ash whatever your name is, under normal circumstances, when people meet someone they don't know, they ask for a name, they don't give one."

"We're way past normal circumstances."

She lifted an eyebrow in confusion.

Ash added, "I love you, you clearly want me. I'm asking you to be mine. I don't love everyone or make everyone mine and unless you want everyone you meet on the streets, this is not a normal circumstance."

She silently gawped up at him before shaking her head. "Forget it. Nice to meet you, Ash. I'll get going." She turned away.

"Wait." He got hold of her arm and pulled her back. Before she could say anything, he snapped a picture of her face and let go. "Nice to meet you too."

No need to push hard. He had a place to be and he would meet her again.