Foolish Games.. (13)

Okay, so ams some of you were under the impression that I posted and deleted it.. I didn't lol I just wrote the title and accidentally published it, realized my mistake THEN saved it as a draft ;p Bas here you guys go, as promised! Love youu ;**


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"Why so far away?" He asked as he patted the empty place between us, "Ta3alay, gi3day yammy."

"La, I don't wanna crowd you while you're driving, I'm fine over here!" I reassured him. Translation: I want to hold on to what little self control I have left and moving as much as an inch closer to you will compromise that.

"Shda3wa, do you hear me complaining?" He said with a disarming smile. I couldn't keep looking at him, I shrugged and looked out the window, pretending to be absorbed with the scenery and eventually escaping into a daydream where no self control was needed. Until I was interrupted by the throbbing pain in my toes.

"Penny for your thoughts?" 3azeez asked, bringing me back to reality.

"Feet." I replied automatically.

"How romantic," he said sarcastically, "anything in particular or just feet in general?"

"Why would I think about feet in general?"

"Why would you think of feet on our first date?" He shot back.

I laughed, "Aww, did I bruise your ego? Were you expecting something along the lines of "your eyes" followed by a long sigh? Or your smile? Or your-"

"I get the picture," He interrupted my taunting, "mu 3an, but it was a very random answer."

I giggled, "Not really, I was contemplating whether it was acceptable for me to change shoes and whether or not you were going to rat me out to Juju if I did, hence, feet!" I explained.

He shook his head and laughed incredulously, "By all means, go ahead."

I was yet to fully grasp the situation I was in. I couldn't believe the obnoxious hottie from the sultan center was the same guy who held me tenderly while I cried my eyes out, the same guy who gave me my first kiss, the same guy who was taking me out on an official date.. and the same guy who was driving me to distraction with the lazy circular movements of his fingers around my hand. I quickly snatched my hand away from his and pretended to fix my hair. He gave me a confused look, I smiled to confuse him further. He shrugged and turned his attention back to the road.

I sighed inwardly and realized that he wasn't responsible for the state of my raging hormones. I blew my bangs out of my eyes, closed the gap between us and reached out to hold his hand and simultaneously wrap his arm around my shoulder. I snuggled in closer to him and breathed in his heady scent and heard him laughing. He leaned down to kiss the top of my head.

"I still don't know what to make of you," he confessed, "you seem to be the weirdest mixture of kitten, fairy and minx."

"So I'm a flying fur ball of sluttiness, dala3 and dependency?" I asked, thoroughly appalled as I moved away from him.

His bark-like laughter boomed out, "Shako!" He exclaimed, "I only meant you're a sexy, playful little creature who keeps me wanting more." He clarified with a wink.

I glowed over his compliments and repositioned myself under his arm. "So ma giltly, where are we going?" I asked excitedly.

"Impatient, are we? Why can't you just sit back and be surprised?" He asked.

"Lana, I need time to practice how to react accordingly! My face does the weirdest things when it's not prepared, I hate surprises!"

"Laa?" he said with a huge smile, "Now this, I've got to see."

"Noo walla I'm serious, chithee lazim I make a conscious effort not to have any facial expressions which is going to make me look robotic and.. well, constipated!" I blurted out.

He stared at me for a minute and burst out laughing, "Wow Ghalooy, you really know how to turn a guy on, first feet and now constipation? Ib9ara7a you're on a roll, an9i7ich, don't stop." He teased.

"Hey!" I exclaimed and pouted, "Don't be mean to me, I can't control my word vomit, I'm nervous! I know you must be used to it, but I haven't done this in over a year, I totally forgot how everything's supposed to go!"

He smiled tenderly at me, "It doesn't go a specific way 7ayati, just let things be, don't overthink it and just have a good time, there's nowhere else I'd rather be and I'd love it if you were to join me here instead of retreating into your own thoughts, is that too much to ask for?"

I smiled back and shook my head. How could I not be crazy about him? I belatedly realized we had come to a stop and looked out the window. We were parked in a garage. He really meant it when he said he didn't want to share me I guess..

"So is this okay?" He asked tentatively.

I looked around, "Um.. sure! A garage first date, can't say I've heard of one of those before, 10 points for originality!" I said, trying to pump up as much enthusiasm into my words as I could.

He burst out laughing, "You think this where I wanted to spend our first date?" he asked disbelievingly.

"I don't know what to think!" I confessed.

"You're too cute," he said as he got out of the car and came to open my door, "remember I told you I lived with my sister and her kid while her husband was away studying?"

I nodded, finally comprehending the direction he was heading in.

"Well, he's on a break right now and instead of coming down here, they flew out to spend the vacation with him.. I already asked her and she said she doesn't mind me bringing you here." He explained.

"OH! That makes sense." I said, relieved at the cleared up misconception.

He smiled and helped me down from his car. "Yeah, I've brought you back to an empty big house, I hope you won't take advantage of me." He said suggestively

I burst out laughing, "YOU bring ME to an empty house and YOU'RE afraid of me taking advantage of you??" I asked incredulously, "Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?"

"Right," he said as he stared me down from head to toe and back up again, "and aren't you afraid I'm going to be taking advantage of you?" he asked slyly.

"We'll see how the evening goes, you never know, I might wind up wishing you would." I said as I winked and twirled away from him.

He caught me around my waist and pulled me closer to him, "Be careful what you wish for, you might end up getting more than you bargained for." He warned.

My gaze dropped to his lips, "Calculated risk." I whispered and moved away from him.

"You're going to be the death of me, I swear." He mumbled, "I cooked dinner for us, do you want to brave it and be my guinea pig for the evening or do you want to order out?" he asked.

"Are you kidding?" I asked, "Of course I want to try your food! What did you make?"

"Well, I kind of asked Ritaj for help and she said your favorite was Chicken Alfredo, so I tried making that, haven't tasted it yet, I want you to do the honors!" He beamed, obviously proud of himself.

"Aww that was very sweet of you! Have you ever cooked before?" I asked, trying not to sound scared.

"No," he answered, "but I figured, how hard could it be? You just follow the instructions and that's it, it's like math, math of the food." He explained.

Uh-oh.

He led me to the kitchen and we made our way to the stove where he opened up the pot and held out a fork for me, I smiled and tentatively speared some of the pasta and held it up to my mouth. I saw the expectant look in his eyes and I stopped inhaling the scent, hoping that it smelled worse than it tasted. No such luck.

"Hmm, that's really.. wow, really! I think you might've discovered a hidden talent here, aww I can't believe you made this for me!" I threw my arms around his neck in an effort to distract him. No such luck.

He pried my eyes away from him and I saw his crestfallen face, "You hate it." he didn't ask, he stated it.

"No!! I don't hate it, it just.. has an acquired taste about it! I'm sure it'll taste better after a few more bites!" I said in what I hoped was a reassuring manner.

He raised his eyebrow at me, "And now you're trying to spare my feelings?" he said, with an amused inflection in his voice.

I gave up my pathetic attemps at making him feel better, "Alright, fine! That was the most vile thing I have ever tasted in my life, there, you happy?" I said as I glared at him.

I expected a wounded look, perhaps even a sarcastic comment, I did not expect him to wrap his arms around me and laugh. "Thank you for trying to sugarcoat it for me." He said, "Was it really that bad?" he asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

I held out the fork, "See for yourself." I watched his facial expressions change from excited to amused to wary to downright disgusted.

"I am so sorry for subjecting you to that.. that.. I can't even call it food!" he exclaimed.

Now it was my turn to laugh, "It's fine! Listen, let me go rinse the taste out of my mouth and fix my makeup, shh you didn't hear that part! Then we can cook something together, how does that sound?" I suggested.

"Perfect!" He replied enthusiastically, "Bathroom is the 3rd door to the left down the hall. No, wait, the downstairs bathroom is being remodeled. You can use the one upstairs, 2nd door to the right, inside my bedroom." He instructed.

"Ooo how forward!" I exclaimed, deliberately misunderstanding what he said.

"Baby, don't start." he warned.

I laughed, took my purse and made my way upstairs. I opened the door to his bedroom and looked at the photos on his table. They were pictures of him and his nephews and nieces and siblings. I found one of him and Khalood and held it close for a few moments. I kissed the picture and put it back where I found it and made my way to the bathroom. As I reached out to open the door, it pulled back by itself. Startled, I took a step back and a man emerged before me in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. I looked up to see who it was and I couldn't believe my eyes. I blinked a few times to make sure, but he didn't go away.

"S-S3oud?" I asked disbelievingly.

"Hala walla," He said as he looked at me appreciatively and smiled, "I always hoped you would come back to me, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine it would be this easy." He said as he put his hands around my waist.

I cringed and took a step back and heard 3azeez's voice calling from down the hall, getting louder with every step he took, "Babe, what ingredients do you need? Akhaf fee shay nagi9 aw-"

He opened the door and stopped mid-sentence. He took in the scene before him and raised an eyebrow.

"What's going on here?"