GATES OF LOVE

He did it, flickering on a switch I never knew existed

He left my mouth watering, wanting more.

As I park my faded red Honda car, I release a breath of relief. Finally, after 15 minutes of struggles, a few sympathetic looks, and head shakes from strangers. I was able to parallel park my car. I lost count of how much time I forward and reverse and forward and guess what? Reverse.

Previously, I tried my best to avoid going downtown due to its limited amount of parking space and its outrageous charge for parking. But I needed a change of pace today.

Grabbing my cup of overly-priced hot coffee, I walked towards the river. I can never comprehend how wealthy people can live with themselves knowing they are charging five whole dollars for a small cup of coffee. But, I can't blame them, I choose to walk into their franchise and whip out my debit card to satisfy my needs simply because I am too indolent to make it myself at home. I have two coffee machines that are collecting dust on the back of my shelf.

Pulling out my earphones, I let the sound of music calm me as I took a seat on the wet park bench. Letting out a deep breath, I took a look at my surrounding. Nothing changed. The old man over there is still alive. The Cougar lady there is still checking out young high school boys. Children over here are still playing without parental supervision.

Here, I am, again. I came to this park roughly a month ago when I had a nervous breakdown about graduating from college. Five years, five long brutal expensive years, and I still don't know what to do with my life.

Sometimes, I feel like college is a scam. Anyone who had experienced or currently experiencing the ferocious life as a college student knows exactly what I'm feeling.

At the end of a semester, students scramble to create the ideal class schedule or simply sign up for the easiest professor they can find, praying for a D to magically transform into a B, making travel plans they can't afford but desperately desire, and mending various distant relationships.

Even near graduation, there isn't a guarantee of a job. After leaving one hell, we transition to a new type of hell, adulthood. Endless application to various employment - many of which aren't even in the field of study of the degree given. Let's not forget the delightful calls from loan sharks requesting a payment not understanding other bills need to be paid - one-word prioritize, which bill is more important.

A single term describes us all - Stress.

I'm not sure if it's the wet chilly weather or the dazzling sun puncturing my eyes, but my bitter self-been surfaced more and more as each second passed. I came to realize that the high education system is one big ole fraud and adulthood fucking sucks.

I've been coming here nearly every afternoon to calm myself down. As I continue listening to music and staring at who knows what, I saw two figures heading toward me, snapping me out of my emotional rant.

The first guy was a dirty blonde. He was wearing a black t-shirt that shows his biceps with grey sweatpants. Even seating, I can tell he was a tall man; probably around six feet. His skin was light and tan. He was really handsome.

But, the guy next to him undoubtedly caught my attention, due to his overwhelmingly familiar atmosphere. He was slightly taller than the guy jogging beside him. Messy light brown hair that hides his orbs and smooth tan skin. A white t-shirt that held his frame wonderfully.

They are very sexy to the point that it should be illegal. But one question continuously circles my tiny brain, how are they not cold in the middle of January? Scooting upward into the bench, my bottom started feeling numb, realizing I'm sitting in cold water.

Oh gosh, I am sitting in cold water, that's currently soaking my jeans. I'm grateful I always keep a pair of sweats in the back of my car.

Suddenly, like an unavoidable bullet, his eyes locked onto mine - Icy blues.

At that unrealistic moment, it was as if the whole world stop. The edge of his lips curled upward almost into a smile, but not quite. His broad chest rise, flexed, and dropped with brute strength, hot breath mixing with the frosty air. High cheekbones are coloring a light shade of vermilion. The sweat on his face emerges increasingly, traveling down his neck fusing with the collar of his shirt.

I can hear every cell in my body screaming at me to jump him. Which can lay me a fantastic night in jail as a potential rapist. I can see the headline now 'short stump of a female jumps divine treasure.'

So, I did what I declare normal. I slapped my hand on my stupid eyes, pretending something was lurking inside.

I can feel the blood rushing to my face as my right leg starts shaking uncontrollably. Staring at my cell phone, I pretend to text someone. They pass by me, and I can smell sweat and apples, an odd combination.

Looking up, I notice that everyone was staring at them, in awe. Of course, they are. They are freaking gorgeous.

I couldn't help but release a snort. I do not mind behind underneath him. Screaming his name while clawing on his broad back, marking my territory.

But, they are women's worst enemies, capturing our heart and easily crushing it. I enjoy my heart being in one piece.

I know they are the type of guys who will never notice me, my presence is on the same level as air. Wait, no I'm below the air. They need air to breathe.

Of course, I would never be anywhere near them or even speak to them. I have a boyfriend who loves and cherish me. But, it doesn't hurt to check them out. It's not like I'm cheating on my boyfriend. I can feel myself smirking as I start staring at their ass, their very very nice ass.

After all, I'm only human.

The next day, I decided to go back to the park. I failed my Chemistry exam, I need this. As I look up at the grey sky, I silently curse God for not giving me a photographic memory. But it isn't his or her fault, I probably should've studied in advance.

Inhaling a deep breath, I sat down at my usual stop and put on my earphone. Going through my playlist, I played a random song and started zoning out. My brows furrow when I saw a tall figure approaching me. Putting on my glasses, a gorgeous sore came into sight.

Icy blue eyes.

Why is he here?

Standing in front of me, his hands shoved into the pockets of his black sweats. Tip of his tongue tracing along his dry peeling lips, wetting them, biting gently.

He clears his throat a few times: "Hi."

Just as I expect it to be, deep. If it was a high pitch, in no doubt, I would've run to the bathroom and laughed my ass off. Now, I wish he had a high-pitched voice so I can have some joy today.

Immediately, I felt a tingly sensation between my legs as the blood in my body rushed toward my face. Goodness, No! You have a boyfriend! I reminded my inner sex goddess.

I scanned my surroundings to make sure he was talking to me. I don't want to respond and embarrass myself, I do enough of that daily. There was no one else around.

"Umm me?" I said with uncertainty as I pointed a finger at myself to ensure he was talking to me

"Yes," he said firmly as he scratches the back of his neck. Trailing my eyes down toward his neck, I saw a silver ring with black straps tied around it, keeping it in place. It was absolutely beautiful.

He cleared his throat slightly once more, and I can see his Adam's apple moving up and down. Moving my eyes back to his, I smiled at him, "Can I help you?"

What can I, an average human female, do for you, an out-of-this-world male?

Maybe, he is an alien?

After all, no one can look that good.

"I saw you here several times around here, and I was wondering if you want to go out sometime?" he said awkwardly as he scurried his hands back into his pockets while slightly rocking back and forth.

So, you want to kidnap me eh, sexy alien.