Love Shot X Shot of Love

Good Idea X Good idea

I don't think it's a good idea.

A good idea or not, within a few weeks, and an aggressive number of fighting with my father then, here I stand, in the driveway that is none other than Ahmad.

Lord please help me, I am twenty-three years old but I still feel like a teenager who is blooming over some interested boyband on the poster on my bed.

He lifted my box into the house. A Snuggly dress T-shirt for his budging weapon. A little sweat shone on his forehead because of the heat of August. His jaw was cleaned in a way that was too perfect.

I feel like an intruder stepped into his house. I don't feel like I'm here, and even Mac's insistence on him is fine with me staying here for a year, he said, I can't help but believe there's no right way.

Her daughter was one thing, but why would she want her friend to attack her space? This house is a garbage dump.

I'm not saying it's not good. Even the house is awesome. As I always imagined. Kitchen's modern. Brand new equipment and still shine as if they have barely touched. The three bedrooms and the pool that already call my name.

It's not all that big of a house, but it's new and the eye catching view of the woods from behind the house is stunning. I can see why he bought it at this location.

There was a great lack of color, which did not please her glittering daughter. "Father, the cheerful one in this house in does not exist. And I can really feel my body drained of color and happiness. Don't worry, I'll fix this.”

I have no doubt that the Mac's internal stylist will explode out of him within a week of being here. He'll have this place look like a barbie.

"That's the last box."Ahmad's voice disturbed my mind. I have made my way to a clean kitchen, where I lean lazily against the refrigerator.

He came back down the stairs, came up to me while running his fingers smoothly through his thick waves.

"Thank you for bringing them, they're pretty heavy for me."I folded my arms around my chest, shivering as he passed me to reach the fridge, even though it was hot and I shouldn't have had a goose bump.

"No problem."He spoke in a relaxed manner, gulping open water.

I tried to ignore the way his neck flexes because the liquid washes into his throat. Try, but fail.

"Thank you for letting me stay here. Don't be afraid to ask me to do anything around the house."I laughed bashfully. I was too aware of how he saw me. As she analyzes me, learns the young girl is about to take over her house, wondering if it's going for the good or the bad.

Xxxxxxxx

Good idea or not, within a few weeks, and an aggressive amount of fighting with my dad later, here I stand, in the driveway of none other than Ahmad.

god help me, I am twenty three years old and yet I still feel like a tween panting over some boyband crush on a poster above my bed.

He’s lifting my boxes into the house. A t-shirt fit snuggly to his budging arms. A sleek glimmer of sweat shining his forehead due to the August heat. His jaw dusted with stubble in that too perfect kind of way.

I feel like an intruder stepping into his house. I don’t feel like I belong here, and despite Mac’s no way that’s true.

His daughter is one thing, but why would he want her friend invading his space? This house is a total dump.

I’m not saying it’s not nice. In fact the house is impressive. Like one I’d always imagined having. The kitchen is modern. The appliances brand new and still shining as though they’ve hardly been touched. three bedrooms and a pool which alone calls my name.

It’s not all that big of a house, but it’s new and the eye catching jungle view from the backyard is breathingtaking. I can see why he bought in this location.

There’s a major lack of color, which displeased his sparkling daughter. “Dad, the cheerful in this house in nonexistent. And I can actually feel my body being drained of color and happiness. Don’t you worry, I’ll being fixing this.”

I don’t doubt that Mac’s inner stylist will explain out of her within one week of being here. She’ll have this place looking like a barbie.

“That’s the last box.” Ahmad voice interrupt my thoughts. I’ve made my way into the pristine kitchen, where I lean lazily against the chilling marble.

He’s come back down the stations, approx me while running his fingers smoothly through his thick waves.

“Thanks for carrying them, they were pretty heavy for me.” I fold my arms across my chest, shivering as he passes me to reach for the bridge, even though it’s hot out and I shouldn’ have goose bumps.

“No problem.” He speaks casually, taking a sip of a opened water.

I try to ignore the way his neck flexes as the liquid washes down his throat. Try, but fail.

“And thanks for letting me stay here. Don’t be afraid to ask me to do anything around the house.” Chuckle bashfully. Far too aware of how he eyes me. Like he’s analyzing me, studying the young girl who about to take over his house, wondering if it will for the good or the bad.