“Malaya is that you?”
Brad Jones captain of the football team asks. I didn’t even know that the guy knew my name.
“Y-yeah Brad, hi.”
As the other guys whistle in appreciation of me, some of them are looking me up and down, drawing their bottom lip into their mouths.
“Wow, you clean up good, I knew that, shit for years I was very into you. I don’t know why. I mean you were always so too yourself. And tried to keep out of the lime light but you just always caught my attention, I guess something about you was just… magnetic.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I just look at him bewildered.
After realizing that I won’t say anything else, he decides to continue.
“Would you maybe like to go out for a drink or lunch or whatever?”
“Actually Brad I’m getting Married in two days time. That’s why I came home.”
“Oh, ok ,do I know him?”
He sounds a little disappointed. And I can’t help but be shocked, this guy moved through woman like he did underwear. He had some of the most beautiful women in school.
“No you don’t actually.”
Just as I say the words, I feel warm hands grip around my waist, and a head settle on my neck, I don’t even need to turn around to know who it is, as that familiar electric current runs up and down my arms. He kisses my cheek gently.