Maa-tee-aas <Mathias> smiles and suddenly my stomach makes a big flip.
“Was this your first flight?” he asks.
I nod. “It’s obvious, right?”
My tired eyes are all of a sudden wide awake when they meet Mathias’ dark-brown eyes. He looks absolutely gorgeous, even after the eight hours flight. I notice his olive skin and wonder whether it’s a tan acquired from surfing the famous Sydney beaches. His track pants hang loosely on his hips and the worn-out T-shirt with “You think I’m gorgeous, wait till you meet my dad” written on the front covers what seems a very athletic chest. I giggle and notice how he looks down to check out what amuses me.
When he looks back at me, he asks, “Want to have something decent to eat?”
I consider the question, because the thought of eating makes my stomach go mad at me, but the thought of saying no to Mathias makes my heart scream out loud yes, yes, yes.
“That flight has really taken a toll on you.”
Funny – she’ll have to accept even if her stomach balks at the idea of food!
Thanks Aurora. She might just have a drink 😉
I am so enjoying this! Great snippet and I want more.
Aww – thank you so much !
Oh, more, more. Matthias sounds yummy. Tweeted.
Good luck with your move, Iris. It’s never fun but worth it in the end.
Linda
Thank you, Linda.
And yes, the move will be well worth it, but it’s keeping me on my toes atm.
Sounds more like he’s doing a number on her!
LOL … or herself ? 😀
She surely is smitten! lol
Good luck on the move. I hope the new digs work out for you–and that your muse thinks it’s an awesome place. 🙂
Yes, she is. And thanks, the new place is going to be GREAT ! ♥
Mathias sounds difficult to say no to. She could always order a little soup or some toast and tea.
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Thank you. Yes, he seems to be one of a kind 😉