I love you, Mr. Racer

CHAPTER 7- THE BEGINNING

NOAH POV

"I SAID I DONT WANT TO ANYMORE!"

"But it's only been a few minutes!"

"But I'm tired!"

"No you're not! You're just being lazy. AGAIN!"

He didn't move an inch, and just look at me sulkily.

What is wrong with this man? Yesterday he was all out in doing the therapy. We even chatted in his afternoon break. Nana Alejandra said that he was okay when he woke up. I didn't had the chance to wake him up this morning because I have to answer a call from the hospital. They were asking for his status and improvements from the therapy.

But when I enter his room, he was, and still ignoring me until now.

I look at his sulking face, side profile to be exact because this hard headed man is not looking at me.

"Okay, care to tell me what's wrong?"

He didn't answer, but instead, he looks at me with his sharp piercing eyes.

His eyesight was slightly back last night. His head hurts bad that we almost bring him to the hospital. He passed out but when he woke up, I  was shocked that he look straight in to my eyes.

I stare back at him as well while waiting for his answer. While doing that I can't help but seem to notice that, even if he is looking at me angrily, he has a beautiful pair of brown chinky eyes. His prominent nose is a perfect fit to his face. And when he is exerting force when we do the therapy, his jaw clenched perfectly.

And to top it all, his luscious lips is like an invitation for you to be kissed. He look so perfect and handsome.

Wait. Did I just call this brute handsome?

I mentally shake my head to erased whatever thoughts is running in my mind.

"Are you okay?"

His question takes me back to reality.

"Huh? Y-yeah I'm fine. You were saying?"

His eyes shows worry but it was like a flash that suddenly disappeared.

Back is the sulking Elijah.

I kneel in front of his chair and look at him "What's wrong? Why are you so grumpy so early in the morning?"

"Where were you this morning? Why is Nana the one who wake me up?"

I was taken back from the tone of his voice. He is like a possessive boyfriend who is asking where did I go.

"I got a call from the hospital earlier. They were asking for an update about your situation. That's why it's Nana who woke you up."

He looks at me grumpily but he didn't ask me anything. I sighed.

"Okay, I promise, I will wake you up tomorrow. And for the next days. Okay?" I smiled at him even deep inside, I want to strangle this man. 

"You promised?" He ask.

"I promise." Nodding at him. "Can we get back to the therapy now?"

He didn't answer and just nodded.

We spent another hour or so to do his leg therapy. So far, he really do his promise. He focus on his treatment and I know that in no time, we will get back on his feet soon.

I help him sit on his wheelchair. He was catching his breath and he is so sweaty. I grabbed the nearest face towel that is always ready and start to wipe of his sweat. He was looking at me like I am doing the most weird thing on the planet.

I continue wiping his sweat and when I wipe his back I felt him stiffened on his seat. When I look at him, I just realized how awkward our position is. 

I am almost in a sitting position on his lap. My hand is inside his shirt. His lips is almost on my neck and I could feel his breath hitched when I tried to move and look at him.

Wrong move.

When I turn to look at him, my lips...

...landed exactly on his.

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AN: another update. Thank you for reading. ❤️