The Tales of love- II

58.3:"Lost in questions"

She watches as he whispers something that pales Omar to the level she thought he will pass out. With a very rough push to Omar, he starts to stride confidently.

He pauses with a frown when he didn't find her presence around him. He can feel her presence. Maybe because it's what his devil craves. To have an angel around him to ground him.

He switches his eyes to meet her as she stands there watching him unsure. He knows her insecurity isn't from him. It's to the fact that what she should do next. That will she have to face that bastard again. She just didn't know that he was a step ahead of her. There was no way he wasn't going to revenge for her sake. He was going to just differently. Because well he can't let her down if she finds that he went his ways to that bastard.

He bellows her gently as he forwards his hand just to drive her near him, not for her to take. He will never do something inappropriate.

Just like the moth to a fire her feet carries her directly in front of him as he withdraw his hand almost instantly when she was in reach. The frown ever so lightly disappeared from his beautiful face and those darkened eyes were so soft as they look down at her.

She realize that she was very short in height from him. She frowns when she has to raise her head to look at him and he seems to realize why she is frowning as he chuckles lowly enough to cause sensation within her.

It was a very low husky sound almost as he wasn't fond of it. Like it was caged away for years that now it fears to come out.

"It's not all bad". He said, with a small hint of a smile still lingering on his face

She scoffed, "Yeah? Do you want to have a free trial? You won't be able to reach high shelves where all the good things are especially chocolates. And you can't do most of the things you do now".

He takes her in as she rants away, "I guess it's bad for you but not for me".

"Why?"

"Because I like how I can look at you this way". His words came out naturally as he told himself that he was speeding up, shit, he was on a train at this point flashing through the rails

"I need to get to the library". She said in a whisper as she turns to look at the empty corridor not sure if she can ever go this way again

"Hey". He said softly and her eyes immediately connected to his taking his breath away because as much as he could glimpse in them when they have met in the night- they were just another world in the daylight, like fresh flowers, "Do you want to walk with me there?"

She shakes her head, "I don't mean to disturb you".

"Nonsense. This is all that I want to do right now. No better place". He shrugs as he starts to walk towards the library before she can protest

She sighs in relief because she genuinely wants to go to the library for some peace. Books around her and no people helps ease her anxiety and the library is big so not many people are there. Also, she needs to eat her lunch. She can't eat in front of people. She just can't do anything normal.

He enters first opening the door for her wider as she sidesteps inside not before passing a small smile to him.

She moves towards the place she always hides in when she continues to feel his presence. As much as she wants him to stay she didn't want him to feel obligated because of her. She just doesn't want him to do anything he didn't want. And her overthinking was killing her because she felt like she should be guilty that she was stopping him from his work. Why is that woman feel guilt for every little thing? Or they are taught to feel that.