The perfect "Thief" || HEROPHINE

3. Burned tongue

After I went upstairs, I didn't saw or heard of him.
Before fall asleep I kept thinking about his behavior of a jerk but also my reaction was to much.
I literally aimed a pan at him.

I walk out from the bedroom, rubbing my eyes and pulling my hair up ins a bun.
I get a heart attack seeing him standing outside on the balcony leaned down placing his elbows on the wooden handrail.

Should I say good morning first?

I skip that question in my mind and I open the cupboard to take a mug and start to prepare myself a tea.
He seems to hear my presence and he turns in my way. I stop sneakily watching at him and just act like I'm preparing a tea even if his stare on me makes me fell nervous.

There's something in his eyes that makes me feel anxious I feel like naked in front of him every time he looks at me. Maybe is because his eyes are so blue, so intense or maybe it's just because I'm not used to be stared at by a guy/man I'm so long.

"Oh you're up." he says and at the sound of his raspy morning voice my mouth goes dry, so dry that I have to take a sip of the hot water that I just boiled, burning my toungue.
Fuck now I'll not be able to taste anything for like three days, amazing.

Why I get this nervous around him?

"As you can see I'm up." I tell him showing him a forced smile and his smirk gets even bigger.
He looks away placing his stare on the sea and just now I get to notice his perfect profile.
His nose is so perfectly made, his hair it's not to short but not too long, lips are full and pink and his eyelashes are so long.
Why man get long eyelashes and us women have to put fake eyelashes? That's not fair.
"Oh wow, so you're always like this huh?" he asks giggling.
"Like this how?" I ask already know that something is coming and it's not a compliment.
"Bitchy?" he asks giving me a quick look.

Bitchy? I'm everything to people but not bitchy.

I step forward and I reach the handrail.
"I'm not bitchy but I'm rude to jerks." I tell him and right after I carefully sip my tea.
He turns in my way and looks at me lifting his eyebrows.
"Are you calling me a jerk after welcoming me with a pan and right after ran upstairs without saying good night?" he says and he's right.
"You're right but I was just... I didn't knew what to do." I confess him the truth since I'm so bad around guys.
I think this is the first guy that interacted with me after me and Matthew broke up.

"Alright don't worry, I'll be not even around that much so... Somedays I'll be here just for sleep." he tells me looking straight avoiding me.

I don't know if I should let out a breathe of relief or be upset. If he literally don't want to be around here do he find me this rude?

"Alright." I tell him and I walk in putting the mug in the dishwasher.
"I'm Josephine by the way." I say and I immediately want to slap me hand on my forehead.

Did I sounded in desperate need to fix the mess I did last night?

"Hero, but I think  you already know it." he says and I nod.
I walk straight to my bedroom and I get changed in a desperate need to escape from the weirdness between us two.

The day after

I wake up thank you a sunrise hitting right on my face.
I walk, barefoot, to the kitchen.
I make myself two shots of Nespresso while I pour some milk to my glass.
After that, I go to get ready to spend my morning and the rest of the day at the beach.
I put a book, my earphones and some sunscreen into the bag.

I grab the latte macchiato that I prepared for myself and then I walk downstairs.
The first question that came up to my mind the very first second that I opened my eyes is: is he at home or did he already left?

When I get close to his room my breathe gets quicker and part of me hope to see him sleeping but the other part of me hopes to not see him at all after last night.
Finally I get to pass by and no shirtless Hero. Just a empty unmarked bed.

"Are you sure that you're not lesbian ?" Emma asks while the sun is hitting so hard today.
"I'm not lesbian!" I yell at her and then I realise that my voice was a little bit too loud.
"It's impossible that you don't find him attractive." she says and she's right. Like always.
It's impossible to not find that guy attractive but I'm not attracted by his character.

"Who told you that I don't find him attractive?" I ask her.
"So you do!" she yells from the other side of the phone with so much excitement in her voice.
"I would be without my eyes if I say the opposite." I confess.
"Listen you have to give a shot. Flirt with him. He is single and available." she tells.
Flirt? Did she need just few days away from me to forget how actually I am?
She really thinks that I'm that disperate?

I'm good with myself and since I'm a hopeless romantic even if I don't sound like it, the right man will come at the right time when I'll not be searching for him.

"Can you stop? I'm not searching for nobody." I tell her rolling my eyes even if she can't see me but the blonde old lady next to me that is acting like she's reading the biography of Lady D, is clearly interested in our conversation, since she is staring at me and not turning the other page from like 15 minutes.
"I don't know what to do with you. What do you think that a boyfriend will fall from the sky or knock to your door?" she asks desperated.
"I don't think so but hope is the last thing to die. Am I right?" I ask her making her sigh.

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-Valentina