I suddenly woke up at 2 Am because of the freezing temperature inside my room. I was freezing to death as I got off my bed. My hands were trembling. My throat felt so dry and it hurts so much that I can't even voice out a word. Although I'm feeling a little dizzy, I decided to go downstairs to get myself a warm glass of milk to lessen my throat's soreness.
I covered myself with a thick coat and went out of my room. I hold onto the railing and carefully descended the spiral staircase.
"JK?" I tried to say despite the throbbing pain in my throat when I found him sitting in the dining area. What is he doing here so early?
He looked at me in surprise.
"Why are you here? Did you just woke up?" He asked softly. I nodded my head as I sat on the chair in front of him. I felt dizzy. I noticed the glass of milk on his hand. I didn't know he also likes drinking milk.
"Are you feeling cold?" He asked when he noticed the thick coat that I'm wearing. I nodded my head.
He suddenly leaned over and touched my forehead with the back of his hand. Although I'm flustered by what he did, I let him check my temperature.
From freezing to death, I suddenly felt scorching hot not because of the heat that my body radiates but because of his touch.
My heart suddenly thumps as if it was on a drag race. It's beating so quickly and loudly that I'm afraid he might hear it. Why do my heart and my body react to everything he does?
This man doesn't know the concept of personal space. He invades spaces like they were meant to be filled by his presence.
"God, you're burning." He said anxiously taking his hand back as he quickly stood up and reached the cupboard. I watched him silently as he took out another cup from the cupboard.
"I still have warm milk here. This will make you feel better." He said as he fills the cup with milk and placed it in front of me. I mouthed my thanks as I took the cup on the table and sip from it. I really can't say a thing.
Thanks to the Truce he offered me, I became comfortable around him again even though he saw me on my red bra earlier.
And we already agreed not to talk about the kiss we shared in the past because it will only bring chaos upon this family. I was surprised that it didn't feel awkward when we talked about it.
Even though It feels unsettling to not talk about that kiss, I believe this decision is for the best. We can't have any romantic feelings towards each other after all.
I took another sip from my milk and suddenly feel a little better. My heart is calming down and my throat is relaxing now.
"Stay here, I'll ask for meds." He told me but I grabbed his hand before he could go. I don't want him to wake anyone.
"No. I'm fine. Just stay." I managed to say in a tiny voice. He sat back in front of me.
"Thanks," I mumbled.
"No worries." He said with a half-smile before drinking from his cup. I watched as his prominent Adam's apple went up and down as he swallows. I can't help but swallow too.
I cleared my throat when he caught me staring. "Why are you still awake?" I asked to distract him from possibly saying something that would make both of us feel uncomfortable.
