Curing His Love Allergy

Chapter 12 - The Coffee Club

The next morning, I woke up and looked across my bed at the clock to see it was just after 10. I scurried down the stairs, hoping to see Ale. When I went down, we had a lot to talk about.

When I looked down the stairs, I saw him. I ran down, eager to wake him up. I went to the kitchen first, then took a glass of water, preparing to wake him up with it.

I walked up to him, peacefully sleeping. I took my glass of water, then threw it in his face. He jumped up so fast, I swear I got whiplash. The look on his face was priceless. I couldn't hold it in, so I burst out laughing. The glare that he was giving me, he couldn't hold it, and he too laughed with me.

"Why'd you do that?" he asked me, with genuine curiosity shining in his eyes.

"Because I need to talk to you, but first, I think you should take a shower. I'll have some sweats for you in my bedroom that I laid out, and there's a spare toothbrush under the sink," I said.

"Okay, I'll go take a shower. 'Cause there's a lot to talk about," he pecked me on the cheek before climbing the stairs. The butterflies erupted in my stomach.

I decided to go make some breakfast while he showered. I was making bacon and pancakes. I fried the bacon, then made the batter for the pancakes. While I was over the stove, I heard footsteps coming toward me.

Then a voice said, "What smells so delicious, Chica?"

"Pancakes and bacon," I said, flipping a pancake.

"Can't wait," he said while stealing a strip of bacon.

When I turned around to scold him, I saw he wore sweats that my dad bought the other day but hadn't worn yet. The gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, and the white tee that I also took from my father clung to his abs like a second skin. Wow! He took my breath away, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

"Chica, stop staring, you'll burn the pancakes."

"Oops—" I said while my cheeks got warm.

After I finished making the pancakes, I poured some orange juice from the fridge for both of us.

We ate our breakfast in silence, knowing the discussions ahead that were looming over us.

After we finished eating, I did the dishes while Ale dried them.

"Ready to talk?" I asked him.

"Yeah, sure," he said, then we walked over to the couch.

We sat up on the couch, letting the silence consume us for a while. Neither of us said anything for what felt like hours... until he decided to break the silence.

"Did you mean what you said yesterday?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"When Noah asked if you liked me..."

I thought about it, long and hard. Do I? Do I actually like this dark-haired hotness beside me? A couple of weeks ago, I despised him, and I guess it's true when they say there's a thin line between love and hate.

"Yeah, I do like you, Ale..." I said, but I couldn't look him in the eyes, afraid of rejection.

"Hey," he said, holding my chin up and forcing me to look him in the eyes. As I stared up into his chocolate brown eyes, he told me, "Never shy away from me because I like you too. Maybe the conflict we had a few weeks ago made us hate each other, but there's a thin line between love and hate, Tiara."

I gazed into his eyes at the new prospect of Ale and Tee. We liked each other, and that means a new relationship.

"Okay... so what should we do now?" I asked.