I walk into the elevator anxiously as I know that he is waiting for me. My flight got delayed and the movement at the airport was very slow to my dismay. The butterflies in my gut keep rumbling from the combination of hunger and anxiety.
I silently cursed at myself for not taking a heavy meal before leaving home. It happens every time I travel, where my anxiety overpowers hunger. In the end, I would be devouring food like a madman. Right now, I'm going crazy at the smell of chicken coming out from the box I'm carrying.
I glance at the phone in my hand and see six messages from different people. I'll read them later.
Ding! The elevator slowly opens and the person who was with me goes out. The elevator door closes again and resumes going up. It stops on the sixteenth floor with another ding.
I come out as soon as the door opens while my eyes are on my shoes.
"Hi!" I look up to see a pair of smiling eyes looking at me. My legs turn to jelly from nervousness. I replied with a timid hello.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm dizzy." I honestly say.
"Come here." I smiled as he holds me as we walk to our door while his other hand carries the box of chicken.
"You should eat a heavy meal next time, babe. You look pale." I laugh.
After eating my meal, I decided to take a shower. I feel sweaty and dirty from five hours of traveling. I look at him and feel embarrassed that he looks just fresh and yummy, and I'm a mess.
"I'll take a shower." He replied okay with a playful smirk. I almost roll my eyes before him but just give a pout and walk to the bathroom.
It's huge and cozy inside. There's a medium-size jacuzzi on the left side and a shower with a transparent glass wall at the right corner. It's clean and tidy which makes me smile happily.
I turn on the warm water in the tub and pour some bubble baths. I remove my clothing and folded them on the sink countertop before entering the tub. The water gives me a relaxed feeling as I sigh and close my eyes.
He is waiting outside the bathroom and I'm anxious to face him again. Finally seeing the man I love and fantasize about for years makes me happy but extremely nervous at the same time. The butterflies in my stomach are calming down but my chest still beats rapidly.
Am I scared? Maybe.
The man is liberated. I was always reserved. Though he is always vocal about what he wants. But a woman still needs to be cautious, don't she?
A knock snaps my head to the door. His voice echoes through my ears as he calls my name.
"You can come in..." I cover my mouth immediately regretting what I just invited him to. My eyes widen as I saw him walk in through the door and I try my best not to show my panic state.
"Are you okay?" He asked with a subtle expression.
"I'm okay, yes." Giving him a nervous laugh. He smells nice and looks fresh in his T-shirt and shorts.
