I woke up early than the usual time compared to when there are no classes, yet instead of going to the bathroom to take a bath, I stared at my window, looking pass it, thinking about the kiss Ms. Rianne shared with me last night.

I can still feel her soft lips

Moments has passed, I still didn’t have the guts to get out of bed, not until my phone buzzed, were Ms. Rianne’s message appeared, saying she will be picking me by 3 and I should pack some clothes which is good of 4 days. I totally have forgotten I will be spending the days of class suspension with her! It’s already 8:15, and I haven’t prepared anything at all, so I immediately get out of bed, arranged it, and went to the bathroom to wash quickly. Thirty minutes later, I picked up the clothes I will be wearing after drying myself, and sort out the garments I will bring.

Dragging my small suitcase down, I went directly to the garage and saw her standing beside her car, her hand is on her pocket while looking at her phone, then to me. She pulled her shades up towards her hair and smiled at me, and I swear I felt butterflies swirling around my stomach.

“Hi, did I make you wait, Ms. Rianne?” I asked her with a coy expression, pressing my lips against each other as I felt a little guilty for making her stand outside of her car.

“It’s all right, I don’t mind waiting for you” she stared at me gazing sharply. She walked at me slowly and grabbed my suitcase, placing a peck in my forehead. I inhaled deeply, while trying to hide the thrill I am feeling at the present moment.

“Go head the front seat, and make yourself comfortable. I’ll put your little case at the back of the car” she instructed which I abided within seconds.

I watch her from the back using the rear mirror of her car, as she finally approached the driver seat and centered her shades through her well chiseled nose. I gasped.

 “Am I supposed to just wait for you to show me where we are going, or can I ask where we are heading Ms. Rianne?” I asked a little worried she might have taken it a bit disrespectful, although I only meant to ask excitingly.

“I am pretty sure I have mentioned last night I am taking you to my house, silly” she said being patient with me with warm expression. “Seal your seat belt, or should I do it?” she added with assertive tone and I did right away.

There is something with her demands over me that is making my feelings go crazy.

We drove for thirty minutes—give or take, when we have finally arrived, up in a mountain on the south side of Yorkshire. I haven’t really had the full consciousness of the road itself as I found myself being gently tapped by Ms. Rianne’s hand on the head, asleep for half of the ride—which I certainly was pissed.

“We are here” I looked at her who are now in front of me, with my door opened, and then outside, where her spectacular white house with modern exterior is mightily, standing.

“Wow, that is your house?” I asked, still in awe. I wonder how it looks inside, I bet its total aesthetic.

“Come” she ushered me in getting off, and went to grab my suitcase. “You go inside, let me know how you think” she added, while I excitingly walked towards the door of her home, and was even stunned of how beautiful the inside of her place is. Minimalistic set of interiors with amazing well sorted designs, that makes her place just like her, superb.

I was just going through the designs, and turning my head trying to make sense of the surroundings, until she appeared at my back as I twirl slowly, and I jolted a bit, causing her to grab my back balancing me.

“Careful, mi amor” she said with a slight smirk in her face, her hand pulled me closer to her.

“Sorry, just really fascinated by your place, it’s gorgeous—like you” I said, while my hands are in her shoulder, in fist, aware that I am blushing.

“Sweet, you should be careful with your sentiments” she said like she was mocking me, gradually lowers her face and I looked away, getting red. I just can’t help but blush facing her, I am full of shyness, the shortage of breaths yet wanting more, her beguiling appearance always gets me.

"I-uh, would like to ask if we can see the view over there at your veranda? Seems to me that there is a real sight there" I pulled away timidly and grab her hand towards the opened slide door, and was totally flabbergasted with the green mountains curving above the earth's soil, the sea parting it from the city, looking stunningly blue. I inhaled deeply, making me hold Ms. Rianne's hand tighter which she also did the same. The spaces between our fingers, fits perfectly. Looking at it makes me feel elevated, then suddenly I asked her.

"Ms. Rianne, what are we? I don’t want to ruin our moment right now, but I felt like it is befitting to ask you, in front of this mesmerizing view" I tilted my face towards her, waiting for a response that I am hoping she would say. I waited for seconds before she spoke.

"Doesn’t my actions do show, my interests towards you. Then, would you give me your love and soul, in exchange of unconditional love" she asked me while purposely pulling my body. Her iced- blue eyes staring at me pristinely, her pupils dilating. Our body are tightly close, supported by her right hand on my back while her left hand, cupping my face, her thumb brushing my cheeks.

"I-I would love to, with all my breath" I said, a bit panting, can't believe she asked me to be hers, officially.

She smiled at me as she slowly closed the space between us, where her soft lips met mine, again, my hand are in her chest. I can feel her warmth through my palms, and gradually thought of how I want to be engulfed by the temperature of her body.

Our lips parted, as she kissed my cheeks once more. "You're mine now" she said, making my body filled with sensations I couldn’t figure what is. Her eyes look hungry, while smirking at me, pulling me to a back hug, as she wrapped her hand across my shoulder, her other hand intertwining with mine.

"Say, can I call you other than Ms. Rianne?" I asked as a thought entered my mind that it would be a little modest calling her that, especially now that we are together. "Or maybe I am demanding too much? I’m sorry" I said sheepishly while looking at her.

"No mi amor, it’s not. You can call me Isabelle, if its flustering to call me with pleasantries." She said assuringly.

"Isabelle. It’s beautiful" I uttered. She placed her cheeks on my temple, as we enjoyed staring at the sunset, gliding so splendidly, making the sky turns pink and orange. "You are more beautiful, Hestia" she said, as if there was a mist lifted around her. I blushed.

20:05

For the past hour, I was too pre-occupied on roaming around her house that I didn’t notice the time. It’s so stunning, and I developed the want to stay here for good. This place is such a blast. I perhaps have seen the corners of her place before I went to her room. While arranging my clothes on the space Ms. Rianne provided, inside her closet, I realized that this is a four day stay and I only brought probably 'good for 2 days' garments. I am so screwed.

"It’s already 5 past 8 and Ms. Rianne, is still not here. I wonder if she is fine" She went out to buy some necessities for us, and dropped me a message that she might need to handle some urgent matter in her office, assuringly said that it will be just quick. I don’t mind at all, for I had a feeling that Ms. Rianne's time with me was unplanned. Right, I got used calling her Ms. Rianne, that its sounding ironic how I asked if I can drop it to call her in a more casual way for both us. Stupid.

I went to her veranda once again and saw the city lights just across the mountain, divided by the body of water connected to the sea. Thereafter, I heard her car going inside her gates. I waited for her to come out from it and before taking steps towards the door step.

I opened it for her and met by some bags she is carrying, while her clothes are with dirt tints and reddish stains. "Hi, are you okay? What happened" I asked concerned.

Are those blood?

"Hello sweetheart, everything's all right. Let’s go and eat dinner, you must be famished. My apologies If I kept you waiting" she said, trying to console me, which I thought was unnecessary as I don’t mind waiting for her at all.

"Oh no, no. I was totally cozy here when you left. Don’t apologize please" I said assuringly, as I locked the door behind and walked with her towards the kitchen.

We finished our dinner with the food she bought as she didn’t have the time to cook for us tonight. We went upstairs to her room and told me she will take a quick bath to clean herself, and asked if I can make myself comfortable inside, and I nodded.

I was taking a closer look with her books and realized how organized are they. The books she possessed runs from different subjects, from Science, History, Arts and Archeology. There were also fictions such as Harry Potter and Percy Jackson series which felt that they were a bit new. I wonder.

"Hestia?" she called, from her bathroom

"I’m here, is there something wrong?" I answered, keeping a little distant from the comfort room door, as I don’t want her to think I am being disrespectful.

"I forgot to bring my bathrobe, do you mind if you get it here for me?" she requested unassertively.

"Oh, sure I-I'll bring it there" I said almost choked my words, nervous of the thought of getting close towards her—when I checked her bathroom a while ago, it was made of mildly frosted glass, which means you can see who is inside in blur. I took a careful walk inside her bathroom, and saw her showering behind the glass wall, in obscure, her body well-shaped and figure. I cleared my throat before speaking.

“Ms. Ri—uhm Isabelle? Are you done? Here, your bathrobe, should I hang it here” I spoke, keeping myself calm. I can see her body in sideways, where all her curves and her gifts are well spotted.

“Please hang it there, and can you come closer? It appears that I also forgot the liquid soap above the bathroom sink” she added, I went over to get the liquid soap, where the door of her shower room is beside upon. As I reach and got a hold on it, her hand instead greeted my wrists and pulled me inside, while the water from her shower continuously ran down, drizzling against the floor soaking my clothes.

“Isabelle? Wha—” I said, can’t make up a sentence as I am totally surprised by the situation right now, I can’t process it properly.

“Seems like your clothes are already drenched. Shower with me.” she whispered.