My Soul is Close to the Eyes

CHAPTER 17 GIBRAN'S CONFESSION

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Arriving at the hotel...

Gibran and Alvin took things out of the trunk of the car. Gita and Lala head to the reception desk to check in.

After completing the administration, they got their respective room keys. Their rooms are close to each other.

Gita and Lala are in the same room, while Gibran and Alvin are in their own room.

Gita and Lala put their things in the closet when they got to the room. The night was almost here, Gita and Lala rushed to clean themselves up after going through an exhausting journey.

Gita prepares a change of clothes to wear out dinner later. He searched for a small bag containing his underwear there but could not find it.

"Why, Git?" lala asked confusedly seeing Gita rather panicked.

"Emmm.. My little bag doesn't exist, yes." replied Gita.

"What bag?" ask Lala again.

"Little bag of underwear, La. As I recall I entered the bag." replied Gita while thinking. "IE...!!!" then shouted.

"Why else, Git?" lala asked in surprise at Gita's screams.

"Maybe I got in Gibran's bag wrong?" said Gita patting her forehead.

"What's? Haha...!" Lala laughed out loud at the words of the Gita. "Kok can anyway, tumben you teledor, Git" said Lala continued.

Gita's face immediately flushed. He could not imagine Gibran's face when he found the bag containing his underwear.

"You took a shower first, La. I went to Gibran's room first" Gita told Lala.

"OK...!" sahut Lala still laughs at Gita.

Gita came out of her room and headed for Gibran's room. He knocked on Gibran's door. Gibran finally opened the door for him. He was just wearing a towel on his waist. Looks like Gibran just finished his bath.

Gita's face flushed red looking at Gibran in front of her. For a moment, he was silent to Gibran's body which was still slightly wet.

"Why, Git?" ask Gibran to break the Gita's daydream.

"Emmm... That's.. ckckck.." Gita's throat is like clogged. He immediately swallowed his saliva.

"Get in." invites Gibran to let Gita into his room.

Without thinking, Gita stepped into Gibran's room and the door closed automatically behind him.

Gibran walked towards his bag that Gita had lent him and looked for clothes to wear. He picked up the white shirt he had just bought this morning with Gita.

Gita looked at her little bag inside Gibran's bag and went straight to him.

"What's wrong?" gibran asked in surprise to see Gita approaching him.

"No papa." replied Gita timidly. He couldn't have told Gibran that he had misplaced his little bag containing the underwear.

"Why are you here?" ask Gibran again still not wearing a shirt in his hand.

"That's... There's something I want to take." replied Gita with a shy smile.

"What?" ask Gibran curiously.

"That's..." Gita pointed at a small bag inside Gibran's bag. His face must be completely red at the moment.

"This?" Gibran lifted the small bag that Gita meant and showed it to him. "What's it say?" ask Gibran teasing Gita. He wanted to open the small bag.

"Yepinetan...!" gita shouted in front of Gibran and tried to take the small bag out of Gibran's hand.

Gibran lifted the bag into the air, Gita trying to flail but could not reach it because Gibran's body was much taller than him.

Gibran laughed in satisfaction at teasing Gita. The Gita scowled and was annoyed at Gibran's play. Finally he stopped jumping up and down and was still standing before Gibran.

Gibran brought his face closer to the Gita. Gita can smell the fresh scent of mint leaves from Gibran's body. The smell is great and Gita loves it.

Gibran's face is now very close to the Gita. Gita felt her heart instantly want to jump out.

Gibran also could not help himself. What's more, the situation is very supportive. They were both in the room. Only two!

"I can guess what's inside this bag" Gibran whispered in Gita's ear. Gita felt amused as Gibran's breath felt in her ears.

"Here..." Gita again tried to grab her bag from Gibran's hand, but in vain. Gibran instead manages to catch Gita's hand and bring her into his grasp.

Gita's face was completely blushing red right now. He tried to ignore the view of Gibran's chest which turned out to be very charming in front of him.

Gibran took off the small bag he fought with Gita from his hand. Then his empty hand took Gita's waist and brought her closer to her body.

Gita doesn't know what to do. He really liked Gibran being around him. I don't know why his body couldn't resist Gibran's magnetism.

"Ka... What do you want?" suddenly the question came out of Gita's mouth.

"Me?" ask Gibran back. He brought his lips closer to Gita's. "I want you." whispered Gibran as he kissed Gita's lips.

Gita gasps for Gibran's kiss. He tried to retreat but Gibran's hand on his waist did not let him go. His body seemed weak carried away by the atmosphere Gibran created.

Gibran can't hold back anymore. He wanted to taste the sweetness of Gita's lips again and again. Gibran looked into Gita's eyes and vice versa.

Gita finally receives Gibran's kiss again for the second time. This time he did not remain silent, but returned Gibran's kiss. For a moment his realistic thoughts left him somewhere. Right now what he is doing is a form of spontaneity of what he really wants.

Gibran felt even more excited when the Gita returned his kiss. This time it becomes a longer, softer and more intense kiss than before. He likes Gita's lips more than he thinks.

"Gibran.." whispered Gita as Gibran moved around kissing her neck. "Stop..." Gita asks Gibran to stop his game, even though he enjoys it a lot. Gita's rational mind is still working in her brain. He realized before he went too far he had to finish it immediately.

Gibran stopped doing the act. He also learned from his spontaneity. He removed his hand from Gita's waist and immediately picked up the t-shirt on top of his bag, then put it on.

"Did you treat me the same way your girlfriends used to?" gita asked Gibran with a rather sad face. He obviously still doubts Gibran and thinks he is just playing him because at the moment Gibran has no girlfriend.

"I don't treat you like they do!" gibran replied firmly. He was a bit annoyed at hearing Gita's question which seemed to accuse him of toying with her.

"I don't want to be your outlet just because now you don't have a boyfriend...!" the Gita said no less firmly.

Gibran sighed. "Listen, Git. I've never done anything like we did to my girlfriends before" Gibran explained.

Gita was surprised. Apparently Gibran never touched his girlfriends, but Gita thought he was still playing around at least thought Gibran had kissed before.

"You know I never touched them" Gibran said.

"Touch like what?" ask Gita plain.

Gibran smiled at Gita's question. "I've never even kissed before, Gita" Gibran told Gita.

"No way. I think even though you said you didn't touch them, at least you've kissed before" said Gita still discussing Gibran's confession.

Gibran again took a long breath. "My first kiss in the car was with you, my second kiss, now with you again" Gibran said.

Gita looked into Gibran's eyes, intently acknowledging his words. "Me too, Gibran." said the Gita.

"I like it" Gibran said.

Gita smiled at Gibran's confession again. He really likes Gibran from when. But on the other hand he still has little doubt about Gibran's feelings for him.

"I hope you won't dodge anymore, Git." Gibran asked seriously.

"Do I have any other choice?" ask Gita in a joking manner.

Gibran immediately shook his head. She likes Gita a lot and doesn't want Gita to stay away from her.

"Alright, I have to go back to my room" said Gita again.

"May I ask you one thing?" gibran asked, making Gita furrow her brows.

"What?" ask Gita back.

Gibran approached the Gita and hugged her. Gita flinched and fell silent. It felt so warm and comfortable to be in Gibran's arms.

Gibran smelled the top of Gita's head and felt the scent of her hair. She really likes it.

Gibran let go of his embrace a moment later. "I love you, Gita" Gibran said seriously. "I'll be waiting for you." he continued.

The Gita has not been able to answer Gibran's statement. He was confused and didn't know what to say.

"Emmm... I went to the room first." said Gita.

Gita picked up her little bag and immediately stepped out of Gibran's room towards his room.

Arriving in the room...

"Old kok, Git?" lala asked Gita when she got to the room. Lala was dressing up in front of the mirror and was well dressed.

"Emmm.. not long anyway." replied Gita evasive and went straight into the bathroom.

Lala was surprised to see the behavior of Gita who was like being misbehaved.

"Not long what the hell, half an hour he's there. Hmmm.." muttered Lala suspiciously.