"I want you" my heart beats loudly in my chest at his sudden confession. What? Why? He tilt his head, I can feel his breathing on my ear as he speaks " badly". My eyes goes wide. I tried to speak but he puts his index finger on lips to stop me. I am...
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Eric Carter.
I feel like a dumbass. I am not, but I feel like. She made me feel like that.
Isn't she cutely clever?
Or you are utterly dumbass, dumbass.
My conscience speaks and is clearly agreeing with me. Heck, this happened few months ago when me and my inner voice agreed on same thing.
What your inner side feels is really always right, but sometimes, we all ignore it. That's the dumbest mistake we all do.
Maya is sitting in front of me and the restaurant suddenly became quiet. Even if I whisper anything, every word will be clearly heard by her.
But I don't say anything. Why? Because I feel like dumbass. Because, instead of being her boss I feel like she is the boss now. And more because, my voice died inside my throat.
Meeting the love of her life has given me a feeling like I am struck by lightening.
I stare at the coffe in the mug. The coffee is creamy and I don't know how, but somehow, I could hear the words coffee was saying.
What'ch you looking at, stranger dumbass?
She is beautiful, but how you gonna impress her when you showed that you are dumbass?
"I am not dumbass." I growl at the coffee and then look up only to see Maya eyeing me with confused stares.
Hehehehe, look at yourself. Now you are crazy too.
The audcity of the coffee. The voice of this coffee sounds like my own inner voice. Oh fuck no! This is driving me insane.
Another reason for her to think you are dumbass. Seems like your part of brain has sleeped from the skull and traveled to your ass.
A part of my brain is in my ass? How? And why?
"Any problem Sir?" Maya's voice is like someone pushed me in the chilling swimming pool. I look her and see her worried expression.
Is she worried bout me? But why?
'Because she thinks that you need help'
My inner voice mocked at again. I clear my throat. Time for the talk.
