Stupid Cupid (Completed ☑️)

14: The Confession

- Tay's POV -

Inhale, exhale.

Another Tawan.

Inhale, exhale.

Is New still awake?

A part of me hopes he isn't. So that he won't hear the loud beating of my heart, as if wanting to escape from my rib cage.

Yet, a bigger part of me hopes he is.

I just need to know that I'm not the only one being affected by this.

I now sleep on the floor of his room. Of course. he offered his bed to me, but I can't possibly make the owner of the house sleep on a couch that obviously won't accommodate his size.

An offer almost slipped out of my mouth --- for him to sleep with me on the bed --- but a cough came out instead. Whew.

Don't get me wrong. I'd really love to sleep with New on his bed. Or on my own bed. Or pretty much on any bed along as it's with him.

But I don't want him to think that I'm imposing something else.

The floor is cold, but I'd rather be here than in an awkward situation where I'd have to explain to him my blushing cheeks and tightening sweatpants.

I still remember how he looked tonight after that shower he had while I was drinking a glass of water I almost spat out once I saw him. Water dripping from his hair down to that milky neck. He was wearing an oversized shirt that exposes his collarbone, and for a second, I'd like to run to him and mark it with hickeys to make it mine. Those milky thighs exposed by his shorts that I imagined my hands gliding over his smooth skin.

Fuck.

There it is again. I can feel the little guy waking up.

Ssshhh Nong, calm down. Calm down, please.

"Oh, calm the fuck down!"

"Tay?"

Shit! I spoke loudly!

I cleared my throat to at least hide my embarrassment which I don't even know is effective but did anyway.

"Hmm, yes, New?"

"You okay?" he asks and I can sense the worry in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine. How about you?" I sit up to see him.

He's lying on the other side of the bed, his body faced towards me and I can't see any trace of sleepiness on him. Maybe he hasn't fallen asleep yet.

A smirk was threatening to form on my lips but I stopped it.

At least, now I see I'm not the only one being kept awake by each other's presence.

"It's pouring hard outside," he says quietly.

And there goes my hope, thrown out of the window, washed away by the rain.

The rain is keeping him awake. Not me.

"Yeah, it is. Can't sleep because of it?" I lean in to cross my arms on the bed and rest my head on top of them.

He holds his gaze on me for a few seconds before responding, "Hmm."

I smile at him as I stretch my left hand out for him to hold. He takes it and we only look at each other in silence with smiles on our faces.

My erratic heart has finally calmed down. I look at New and comfort envelopes my whole body.

Only he has the ability to give me this kind of warmth --- warmth that makes me feel secure at the same time.

I know what I want to do now.