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Chapter 10

My injury was perfectly fine in about three days, all thanks to Ryan. He didn't let me walk a single step. He took leave for himself as well and when I asked he simply said "just to take care of you." And blushed.

Every thing was going amazing apart from Rosie. Whenever she would see me, she starts saying shit about Ryan. One day it was so over the top, I just simply showed her my middle finger. Ryan and me were like best friends. He told me how his day went and vice versa. We both understood each other completely.

The only thing I didn't understand was why he always wore something that would cover his neck, which was a really small thing but still it bothered me. I didn't had the guts to ask him though.

It was Saturday. Ryan told me he won't be able to go to cafe with me due to his practice. So I skipped it as well. I reached dorm, changed into an off-shoulder black sweater with blue ripped jeans. I tied my hair in a loose bun. My head was spinning, I had headaches every now and the so, I wore my specs which I only wore while reading. I went downstairs to eat something, I heard someone moving on the wooden floor.

I saw Ryan, my eyes were going to pop out. He was standing in front of the fridge, his back facing me.

He

was

shirtless

I could see his amazing back muscles. He turned with carrots in his hands and looked at me. His eyes widened. He said "whoa..." in a slow voice. The front view was more dazzling. His hard stomach and his manly chest was mouth watering. And then I saw his neck, his Adam's apple looked so sexy.

There was a scar on the left side of his neck. A scar with the same length of my little finger. It was healed completely.

He isn't perfect I thought.

He also had a scar, scar on his neck which looked really beautiful. He probably shouldn't hide it. He ran away into his room. He came back after a minute and was scarlet. He was wearing a ridiculous light blue high neck again. I sighed sadly. We both ate lunch and then sat on our sofa. He was behaving a little differently, he was more nervous than usual. I had a feeling it was not related to the shirtless incident.

He was acting a little different in a way he had folded my sleeves a little to have a better excess to my forearm. He never took initial in touching me. He always wait for me to be comfortable enough. "glasses?" he asked trying to avoid his amusement. "yeah, reading glasses but when I have a headache, I were it. It helps." He nodded in response.

I bluntly asked him "why do you hide your scar?" I pointed at his neck. He got embarrassed. I moved closer to him and held his hand while tracing it with my thumb. "I was born with it, and my neighbour used to say that it is bad omen. Whoever saw it would told me to hide it." He said looking in my eyes.

"can I have a look...-" I asked and his expressions turned scared. "-if you don't mind." I finished, still tracing his hand with my thumb.

He thought for a while. I waited patiently, then he nodded. He took out his shirt and was sitting there just looking on my face. My mouth started watering at his gorgeous body. I moved a little closer, still I was not satisfied. "can I have a closer look?" I asked, he moved closer to me in response. Our faces were inches apart. I held his head from behind with my left hand and tilted his head a little to have a better look at his scar. My face was centimetres away from his neck. He smelled so good that I almost forget what I was doing.

Almost.

His scar was magnificently beautiful. I touched it with my right hand and he stiffened but calmed after a minute. I could feel his breath on my bare shoulder. I was almost on his lap. I could feel him being nervous. I traced his scar again with my thumb while holding his neck in my hands.

"you shouldn't hide it. I like it."

That was the understatement of the year.

I didn't like it, I loved it. I looked up and he was looking down at me. This was the closest we've ever been. We were inhaling each other's air. His eyes looked next level beautiful. I don't know for how long we sat like that. I was still tracing his scar and it seems like it calmed him. We talked for hours and to my utter happiness he didn't wore his shirt back. It was dinner time. We ate the leftovers of lunch.

I went to bathroom took a shower and came back to my room. I wore an old light grey sweater. It was so loose that it fell down from my one shoulder. I wore black sweatpants with it. I was laying on my stomach in my bed, reading a book. My door opened and Ryan came and laid beside me, his one hand caging me towards him. I put my book aside and laid on my back facing him. He was still holding me close with his left arm, our faces were very close.

He was being way more touchy and it made me feel so good inside, it was like something changed in him, something developed between us.

He was wearing a t-shirt with shorts. I automatically placed my hand on his warm neck. "it's freaking cold and you're wearing just a t-shirt?" I asked teasingly. "I've been told to not hide scars and factly speaking, cold doesn't really bother me."

I laughed. His almost dried hair were falling in his eyes, I put them back in its place. He blushed a little and then said "is it later now?" and I knew what was he referring to. He was asking me about the fourth person, who make me comfortable. I looked away and said "I told you, it was a mistake."

My voice broke.

He moved his head a little closer to mine that his nose was almost touching mine. I could feel his sweet breath on my face. He was staring in my eyes. Blue was staring in black. "It's you." I said it blushing. He was a little bit of shocked and a whole lot of happy.

"me? How? We didn't even knew each other." I nodded and said "since the first time I saw you walking towards the stage. I felt calm. There is no one on this planet who have calmed me the second we met. Even with Monty and Alex, it took time. And Grace, I still feel a little uncomfortable while telling her some stuff."

"Only you have made me comfortable on this level." I continued and blushed harder. He smiled and touched my cheek with his right hand. "and you're the only person on this planet who have made me nervous. I was always calm and confident in front of others. But the moment I saw you, I was nervous and curious."

He said it while looking me in the eye and blushed a little. I was delighted at his statement. We went silence after a while. He rested his head on my chest and I was playing with his hair. He slept before. I knew it was too late now, I liked him too much. I just couldn't help it.