This Romantic Novel [√]

Chapter 8: Pt2 - Confession?

I felt anxious and nervous

"W..w..what are you doing?" I stuttered - already feeling my heart beating fast.

Turning back around to face me, I saw him still smiling at me.

"Now, where's your kitchen?" He requested before walking through the corridor without waiting for my reply.

"H...Hey," I coughed turning around, taking baby steps through the corridor and into the kitchen to see him already there - placing a plastic bag on top of the kitchen bench.

"You can't just barge in here like you own the place," I began to scold him, "Plus, how did you even know I live here?" I questioned him, scratching my head in confusion.

His figure stopped moving until I saw his head; looking up at me.

"You texted me your address when we were going to our reunion," He excused.

"Whoops," I said mentally, "Oh," I said out loud - later asking another question I was distracted about."Then how did you know what apartment number I was in?"

"Well," He began, "Your landlord told me," He answered, turning away from my gaze while I put everything together slowly.

"Oh I see-" "He thought that you and I were dating and told me things" He cut me off.

I was stunned. "Hehe, sorry what?" I said, pretending to clean my ears to listen to him again.

However, Luke didn't say anything and gulped before repeating what he said. "He thought that you and I were-" "YAH! DON'T SAY IT" I yelled.

But that took a toll on me as I began to cough more making my knees go weak and allowed me to go on the floor.

"Ah, stupid girl," I heard Luke as he walked towards me.

I wanted to curse back at him for saying that (but was too weak to even say anything) I continued to cough. Arriving towards me, I felt his knee touching my own as I felt one of his hands rubbing my back up and down with care.

"Don't overwork yourself" He mumbled softly.

Once I finished my coughing attack, I tried to get back up with my strength - but that only led me to fall back down to the floor.

"Can you give me some water," I demanded softly.

Without him giving a response, he stood up and went to the kitchen as I heard his footsteps moving swiftly on the floor to get water. It was only moments later when he came back and held a cup of tap water in front of me.

"Here," He said softly before gently guiding it towards my mouth (where I held it weakly) taking a sip before moving my head away.

"Come on, you gotta drink a bit more," Luke said, carefully forcing it towards my lips.

However, being stubborn and sick, I moved my head away from the glass of water - this charade continued to the point that I started whining like a child - leading him to groan.

"Stubborn little child," He mumbled again before persisting once again.

But at last, I stubbornly refused again; until I hurriedly gave in since his other hand held my neck to prevent me from moving it in different directions. I continued to struggle - causing him to chuckle a bit.

"Checkmate," He teased before chuckling even more.

As he chuckled, I began to pout.

"Not fair," I mumbled softly, "Can't you see that you're treating a sick person horribly," I weakly said.