the fate played

12 - about him

Hailey Robinson

I woke up, completed my daily routine, got ready and went to kitchen. It seems that Marie won't be showing up due to the emergency she had to go for, yesterday. With that I saw Chris walk into the kitchen wearing black shorts and white vest.

"Good Morning", his morning raspy and hoarse voice did something to the butterflies in my belly because they were all going crazy, crazy as in highly sedated on something very strong, banging on my walls. I managed to keep myself calm and returned back a 'morning'.

He sat down on the high stool and yawned a bit before standing up and going towards the kitchen shelf for his mug. While he outstretched his hand to reach for the mug, I was reaching for the knife on the counter and in the process my arm collided or gave away a gentle wave of touch.

Fuck this shit, because the skin to skin contact, even in a slight amount was making me lose all the glucose of my body, draining down all the insulin and almost giving me a blackout. The same happened the previous night when I missed a step and stumbled into him while he had his hands on my waist.

If this is what a minor touch from him does to me then imagine....? I tried to suppress any sort of irrational thoughts and went back to my task on hands.

I made myself some avocado toast and had a glass of orange juice. I settled my plates on the counter and turned to see Chris pouring himself some coffee. "Would you like to have some avocado toast?" he turns with the mug in his hand, "No I actually just got out of bed so not for now though." I gave a nod and went back to my food.

We were sitting in silence, him sipping his caffeine while me digging on my food. Within a few minutes I was done, so I got up and cleaned up. I picked up my bag and coat and ready to leave when I saw Chris standing up from his seat, "I am done so I am leaving, have a good day." His lips tugged in to a smile between being bright but still a bit sleepy and returned a 'same to you', and with that I took myself to my work station.

A week or two passed by and this became more like what we do every day. I wake up at my usual time-most of the times I make my own breakfast before Marie is there me and Chris exchanging greetings and all, me heading to the hospital. I return back home sometimes earlier or later than Chris, we sit and eat together and help each other clean up the plates, watch movies or sometimes I am too tired and decide to go to bed a bit early.

The time I get with Chris and the exchanges between us may it be a smaller hi, hello, morning, nights whatever they were, and still do some weird shit to my senses. I don't understand, I've been around guys, I mean I am around guys most of the time but with Chris it feels a bit comfortable. I am starting to adjust myself or more like make myself relax around him lately, which shouldn't be a problem but the butterflies of my belly don't agree to me on this.

I mean I do exchange talks about each other's day and all, but the butterflies make me wanna sing like a Disney princess, the princess who saw her knight in shining armour for the first time and is already in love with him and now she is waiting for the lyricist to compose a song about her love story for her to sing and let the world know that she has fallen in love.

Chris may or may not have been my knight in shining armour, because for once he did rescued me form my own house, the once from which I was looking a way to move out, but again this was not the way I was thinking when I said I'd like to move out from my parent's house. My mom was the one who insisted on having me around in the house but on the other hand my dad was eager enough for me to move out. Again I am not complaining.

So as of now I am heading back to the Chris' place, almost one block away from the building when I felt like someone is watching over me. Maybe, lately I've been overthinking a lot so my mind is toying with me but again a wave of uneasiness settles inside me and I decide to walk a bit faster. In a minute or so I see myself in front of the building; I head in straight away to the elevator. I find myself relaxing once the elevator starts moving.