As I began my walk, my attention was drawn to a card, and my eyes caught sight of number twenty. A memory sparked within me, prompting me to turn around and head back towards the receptionist once more.
"Could you please tell me which floor my room is on?" In a polite tone, I inquired.
The receptionist directed her attention towards the laptop once again, presumably to retrieve the information.
"Your room can be found on the fifth floor." With a smile, she replied.
"Thank you once again," I expressed my gratitude and nodded my head in acknowledgement.
"You're welcome," she responds with a smile. "If you require any further assistance, just approach the receptionist. We are attentive and willing to help with any additional needs you may have," she continues, nodding, observing her kind gesture, demeanor, and youthful appearance.
"I understand," I responded with a smile, turning around.
Perhaps this indicates that not all receptionists are intimidating, which is why I initially felt nervous.
As this thought crosses my mind, I remember Agnes, prompting me to walk quickly towards the car garage. As I walked, I couldn't help but notice the presence of other individuals on either side of me.
As a first-time visitor to this establishment, I recognize the potential for confusion. It is very important for me to approach this situation thoughtfully, making sure that everything I have is considered, thinking about upcoming events, and being mindful of my surroundings and belongings.
As I was thinking, a question lingers in my mind.
Why did she choose to stay at this hotel? It is quite astonishing and has led me to mistakenly assume that we would take things further. Moreover, since she brings up family members on the phone, the idea of living together seems like a good thing. The consideration potential encounters with family members if we were to meet at one of our residences. Our parents or siblings may witness our physical interaction, potentially see this as an indication of a relationship. It seems necessary for both of us to discuss the matters that concern us. Our instincts with each other are too much aligned.
Amidst my pensive thoughts, I walked briskly until I reached the car. I proceeded to unlock it using the key fob, allowing me to open the car door. As she remained asleep inside, I unfastened her seatbelt and positioned myself outside the car, bending my knees to lower myself. I slid my arms beneath her thighs and back, lifting her while ensuring proper support from my legs.
I cradled her in my arms, her head resting against my shoulder. I maintained an upright posture to prevent any strain. With this gesture. Moving away from the car door, I angled my body slightly towards it and raised my elbow to the height of the door handle. With a gentle push from my elbow, I closed the door.
While carrying her in my embrace, I could feel the soft pressure of her skin against me through clothes, giving a somewhat bouncy or resilient sensation.
As I secure the key fob in my hand, I proceed to lock the car before making my way towards the elevator. As I approach, I notice a woman repeatedly pressing the call button until the elevator doors open. The elevator is empty. As I enter the elevator and join her, I notice her youthful appearance. She press the button for the fifth floor, matching my destination. In a few seconds, the elevator doors close.
"Cough, cough, cough," as we stand side by side, I hear her coughing nonstop, diligently covering her mouth with her hand. She is wearing a dress with a coat, paired with long boots. Her blonde hair is styled in braids, and her blue eyes temporarily close with each cough, causing slight movement in her upper arms.
"Excuse me," she utters in an efficient manner after coughing, catching me off guard. It seems she is aware of the disturbance caused by her gestures.
"D-Don't worry about it," I stammer in response, my tongue still sore from earlier. The elevator continues its ascent. In my peripheral vision, I notice her nodding.
It can't be helped, the weather has been cold lately. I hope she recovers soon.
A thought crossed my mind during the elevator ride to the fifth floor. Both of us were quiet. As the elevator doors opened, we were greeted by a spacious hallway adorned with wooden brown doors lined, laminate flooring, drywall walls, and plaster ceilings with flush-mount lights. The hallway was devoid of any activity and maintained a quiet atmosphere. I saw a girl exit the elevator ahead of me, and I followed suit.
As I walked, I attentively examined the unit numbers on each door until I finally reached number twenty. Standing in front of the designated door, I firmly grasped the key and inserted it into the lock, turning it to unlock the door. The door swung inward, and with a slight push from my foot, I entered while holding her. Upon entering the room, I held the key and used my elbow to push the door closed. The short entry corridor had light-colored walls and a clean, tiled floor, leading into the main living space. I continued walking forward, passing corridors on either side, until I reached the open bedroom door. The room was square in shape and designed with neutral colors such as beige, gray, white, and soft earth tones. The floor was made of vinyl with carpet. There were tables with lamps and a closet on either side of the bedroom. From the side of the bed, there was a sliding window.
I walked towards the bed and gently laid her body on the bed. I ensured that her head was comfortably supported by a soft white pillow. Her arms were positioned on either side of her body, while her legs lay straight. I carefully removed her shoes, leaving her socks intact, and placed them on the floor. I did the same thing. Taking care of my own belongings, I placed my phone and key fob on the nearby table.
The lamp on the table remained unlit, while the air conditioning provided a comforting atmosphere. The medium square room was gently illuminated by moonlight and starlight filtered through the sliding glass window.
As I observe the surroundings, I position myself to lie down with my head comfortably resting on a white pillow. I adjust my body to lie on one side, allowing me to gaze upon her. I move closer, positioning one arm behind me and resting my other arm on her stomach.
With my face close to her cheeks, I experienced the sensation of my nose coming into contact with her skin. In a deliberate way, I smelled the fresh scent emanating from her. Subsequently, I rested my head on her shoulder, where the garments she's wearing carries the scent of fabric conditioner.
"..."
Despite my desire to embrace her tightly, I refrained from doing so as she was peacefully asleep. My body language seems a bit excessive
However, my nose inadvertently brushes against her neck, compelling me to lightly peck it. Thereafter, I delicately lift my head using my hand, my long hair flowing down, as I look at her countenance. With utmost awareness, I plant a kiss on her forehead, allowing myself a moment to gaze upon her face once again.
Agnes is too attractive. Will I ever achieve the self-discipline and patience required? Do I have to wait until the right age? My affection is overwhelming. Should I mature more to fully understand these feelings, to the point where I can go further? What am I thinking? Could this be attributed to the transitional phase of adolescence or merely a consequence of personal growth? If so, then it is good to feel. The complexity of emotions seems overwhelming, surging to the point where I can't control them. I didn't experience any lustful emotions, however, I do acknowledge a physical attraction and desire.
As I thought about the situation, I cautiously approached her face and tenderly plant a kiss on her cheeks, proceeding to kiss her eyebrows. However, I cease my actions and slightly withdraw upon noticing her eyes twitching and her body stirring. Slowly, her eyes flutter open, causing a jolt of surprise to course through me. Realizing that I have roused her from slumber, we lock gazes for a brief moment.
"Athy?" she murmurs in a soft tone, her eyelids partially lowered.
"I apologize for awakening you unintentionally. It was not my intention." I express remorsefully, to which she listens attentively, prompting her eyelids to open wider.
"It's fine, please don't worry." She chuckles and momentarily shuts her eyes.
"I remember now, I fell asleep," she wonders aloud, and I affirm her with a nod.
"Did you bring me here?" she asks, scanning our surroundings.
"Yes, I did." I confirm, as our eyes remain fixed on each other.
"Thank you for looking after me, I hope I haven't inconvenienced you." she conveys her gratitude.
"You are most welcome, and I assure you it has not been a bother. Please don't think about it." I respond with a smile tinged with consciousness.
"We should sleep now─" I continued to speak. However, I abruptly halted because she unexpectedly arose using her hand, prompting me to instinctively retreat, causing me to sit as well. At this moment, confusion surged within me.
With a firm grip on her garments, she lifted her arms and proceeded to remove her coat and denim jacket, leaving me slightly wide-eyed as I observed her slender waist. Due to her gesture, I was taken aback and rendered unable to speak. She was now clad in a white shirt and high-waisted jeans.
"The clothes are in the way," she chuckled, before reclining on the bed once more. Seeing her gesture, I stood up as I followed suit and removed my suede jacket. "Thank you for taking off my shoes," she exclaimed joyfully upon noticing, to which I nodded in response.
The discarded clothes now lie on the floor. Yet, I couldn't help but ponder the idea of touching her, which leaves me feeling somewhat self-conscious. I approached her body slowly, using my hands to support myself as I made my way towards the bed. I noticed her surprise and her expression of astonishment as I reached her.
– – Agnes, my mind seems focused on you. Every time I kiss you, I notice your irresistible appeal, and every time I look at you, I'm captivated by your beauty.
Amidst thinking, the room fell silent as the bed made rustling noises. Our eyes met, observing each other intently. In a few seconds, I observed her mouth opening and closing, indicating that she wanted to speak and break the silence.
"...T-This familiar feeling seemed to reappear," she stammered, realizing the reoccurrence of an unexpected emotion.
"Did I say you should wait until you became an adult?" she questioned, implying a reflective inquiry.
"However─" I began to express my intentions regarding the physical attraction and my affection, but she abruptly kissed me.
We both fell into a temporary silence, gazing at each other intensely with anticipation.
