Pushing Up Daisies

Chapter 23 : There Is No Home for You Anymore

KIM BONA

It took almost forty minutes till we all arrive back at the penthouse. After we climb out of the van, waving goodbye to the boys and separating them in the elevator as GD and I reach his apartment; the fourth floor. I still inevitably keep pretending icy as we're going inside. He's walking along behind and also constantly looking at me, I sensibly all notice even though I don't even look back or squint over him.

Then I walk into our bedroom, still without words, knowing he's still following me. I don't hold the door for him or shut it in his face either. I just let it be held by him and then I tiredly throw my purse onto the bed and reach my hand backwards behind my neck to unzip my dress. There's quite a little silently weird pause from GD that I feel sort of strange. He doesn't follow me inside as I expected, and the door isn't completely closed. I then step towards it and open it for myself.

"Do I have to invite you to your room?" I simply say. GD is standing in the hall so awkwardly—swinging his hands aimlessly and pressing his lips together.

He surprisingly flinches when his eyes meet mine. Well, you know, awkward eye contact. "I..uhh..waiting for you to throw my bedding and tell me to sleep in the living room. But I didn't mean I want to sleep in the living room. I want to sleep with you. Well, I didn't mean to have sex though. I...mean I want to sleep in the same room with you. But if you don't want me to, I'm totally, literally fine. I can sleep outside. Uh—I mean I can sleep in another room. I'm not going outside for sure." The more he says, the more his words seem to be out of the way. I can tell.

I look at him with a small sigh before step aside, holding the door open just for a little space for like an half of a human can get in. GD watches me in the big state of surprise, and then he tenderly inserts himself into the room trying not to hit me. Bending his head down, slowly budging one of his shoulders to reach inside first, his hands on his thigh so neatly. I almost burst into a giggle, but decide to hide it and leave a secret grin on instead while closing the door behind him. Then, I let him be and keep unzipping my dress. And I can feel he's still goofing around from behind, unknown what he himself supposes to do.

As I'm unzipping down my dress till its first few centimeters, my familiar missing hands reach over mine and gently pick them up from the zip.

"Let me," he whispers against my hairline. My hands hold up between my ears in the state of indescribable manner for a while.

Then, I drop them to beside each of my hips and stand still, letting him unzipping my dress with no words. His attractive cologne starts hitting my nose, and my tears also start jabbing around the corner of my eyes. It seems like ages that I've missed smelling his scent around.

It's taking for too damned long for him to unzip the dress till my waist. His fingers purposely touch down the way of my entire back until he slowly begins to reach his arms between each of my waist and grips one of his wrists onto the front of my stomach. He rests his chin on my shoulder and says through the shortness of his breaths, "I'm so sorry."

His tears drop on the pair of my dress, and mine slip down on my two cheeks. I can't help but rub his head gently as whisper, honestly, "Did I get you pains from hitting you?"

"You worried about me being hit by you?" He chuckles softly and tightens his warmest embrace. "Nothing can compare to the way I fucking hurt you down for ten days."

I lean my head to his, and we back hug in tears for a while until he decides to unwrap his arms around my waist and then rolls me to face him directly. He looks into my eyes and I do the same thing. Painful nonversation. He obviously seems speechless, opening his mouth then closing it.