Where It Begins... (Ch. 12)

Khyle takes out his keys for his bike, and looks down at his phone.

"Hey, mind if we make a stop to switch to my car?" he says, looking over his shoulder and putting on his helmet.

I nod and wrap my hands around his waist as he starts up the engine. We travel a few miles down the road to a little two story auto body shop when Khyle stops the bike and pulls out his phone. A light turns on upstairs, and then the garage door opens.

Helping me off the bike, he says, "This is my friend's shop, one of the best in town. He was detailing my car."

We walk inside the garage when a short man walks out with a set of keys in his hand.

"She looks great Francisco!" Khyle says, as he takes a walk around this beautiful matte burgundy Audi.

He pulls it out of the garage, and goes over to Francisco as I approach the car, walking around it as if I am inspecting it. Wow. Underneath the doors are lights that turn on when the door is opened, and the rims are shiny chrome. I hear the guys mumbling, and pointing to Khyle's bike when he hands the keys to the bike over to Fransisco.

"We'll take the car from here, Fransisco is going to do some detailing to the bike," he says, taking my hand and opening my door.

It's got that new car smell, and it seems as if no one has ever been in here before. The leather feels so soft against my back, and the strength of the engine is somehow enticing. On the way we talk about his friends, and how he met them when his car system dings—a message pops up on the screen from Porter, and it's a picture of his lady friend's boobs.

"Shit. I'm sorry, my phone is hooked up to my car, and since I don't have people in here it's unlocked," he says, as he is trying to clear the picture from the screen.

I glance over at the image saying, "It's okay... she has nice boobs anyways."

He shoots me a quick surprised look, and says, "Oh, really?"

"I was afraid that you might be a little offended," he says, "most girls would be."

I look at him and say, "I think you will find that I do not get easily offended, nor am I like most girls... I am pretty open minded."

"Is that so?" He says, like I just sparked an idea.

We begin to pull into the downtown area as I look out the window.

"Where are we going now?" I ask looking around.

"Thought you might like to see some interesting home decor," he chuckles.

"Um, hell yeah," I reply with confidence in my voice.

A few minuets go by, and we pull up to a large building and into a parking garage. Khyle pulls into a spot labeled 1500, and shuts off the engine. We get out and head to the elevator, which takes us to the 15th floor, and we step out to a large open room.

"Is this your place?" I mumble, taking a look around.

The rough concrete ceiling is taller than most other apartments, and this one had an urban feel to it; exposed brick walls, and one large window that overlooks the downtown area, expanding along the entire length of the wall. To my left is the open kitchen, and an island in the middle where I place my bag. Behind me is a long, dimly lit hallway, which leads to the other rooms. To the right of the kitchen is the living room where Khyle has a large TV on one wall, and on the wall behind that are shelves tastefully placed in geometric shapes filled with books and small sculptures. In the center is a large wooden table that is really a piece of art, where the center of the table looks to be water. He explains to me that it is filled with a colored resin that makes everything shiny and wet looking. I am in absolute awe of this place. His couch is a large sectional in the shape of a U, and across from that by the window is a chair that is made of wood, hanging from the damn ceiling.

I rush over to the chair, and sit in it.

"Make yourself comfortable," he laughs, as he heads to the kitchen.

"Sorry," I say while still exploring his loft. "It's just so amazing in here!"

"Whiskey or wine?" He asks.

Without looking at him, paying more attention to the intricate wood detail in the chair I reply, "dealer's choice."

"Thought you might enjoy this place," he says as he walks over to the window, handing me my glass of wine, gesturing to the area around him with his finger.

"Oh, I do," I remark, taking the glass.

"Here, come take a look outside," he says as he opens the door.

We step onto a terrace that has a little table and patio chairs. The railing is solid concrete, and he has lights that surround the overlook.

"Wow, this is breathtaking Khyle," I say, mouth dropped open as I walk to the edge and take a drink of wine.

Khyle walks behind me and places his free hand on my hip while he drinks from his wine. I can smell his cologne behind me, and I resist the urge to collapse into him, and burry my face in his chest. We stand for a few moments drinking and looking out over the city lights. I can feel his grip on my hip move lower as he takes a step closer to me. He sets his wine glass down, pushes my hair to the side exposing my neck. His soft breath lowers onto my neck, just hovering his lips right above my skin. I bite my lip in desperation, and I think he senses it. I can feel his lips curl into a smile as he starts to kiss me ever so softly, up and down the curve of my neck. Mmm that sends chills throughout my body, and I lean my head back so it's resting on his shoulder. He takes my glass out of my hand, and places it on the ledge.