Kande Beach

Talking

Nishaan's POV:

My mind started regaining consciousness as I heard the doorbell ring. I turned to the other side as I felt something warm was covering my body. I never felt something so light and warm. It was making me lay there and sleep more. I slowly tried to open my eyes but failed miserably. I heard some talking between 2 or 3 people and I immediately recognized one of the voices.

"James your dad's here" Jackson yelled. I could hear some small footsteps approaching.

"Your girlfriend?" An older unknown voice asked.

Who? I frowned.

"Nah, she's my niece!" Suddenly I was awake. He was talking about me. I blushed.

"Dad, you're early!" James spoke.

"Come on, we're going to aunt Claire's" his dad replied.

"Dad, can we take delta too?" James questioned cutely.

"Mm, if Jackson doesn't have any problem with it then..."

"No, not at all. I hope she won't be any trouble!"

"Yay!" James exclaimed with joy.

Then soon they all left and it was just me and him.

My eyes were fluffy and I decided officially to wake up. Mr. Jackson was always in the kitchen.

I rubbed my eyes a little bit. I sat up lazily. Then I removed the blanket and slowly made my way to the kitchen.

I was hungry.

"Can I eat here?" I asked in my sleepy voice.

He turned around and smiled.

"Why don't you freshen up while I fix you up with mac and cheese?" He turned back. I stretched my whole body and I loosen up.

I stared at his back. His back was wide and very masculine. His muscles moved as he moved his hands...

"What happened?" He again turned and caught me staring and asked.

I shook my head and whispered nothing. I turned away. I was blushing hard. I made my way to the bathroom.

I washed my face and tied my hair into a messy ponytail. After thoroughly washing my face with cold water, I wiped it with a white towel and suddenly I realized my make-up was gone and I looked at my pale face.

"Shit. Shit. Shit."

"Nishaan, dinners ready!" He called.

I can't go out like this. I need my make-up. I was freaking out. My face was clear but I didn't like it. No one had seen me without makeup. I loved to make up my face and I never felt comfortable without makeup. I tried to find something in the bathroom but I was dumb. Why would he have girls' cosmetics in his house?

This can't be happening.

"Everything okay in there?" He knocked on the bathroom door.

"Don't come in here!" I panicked and yelled.

"Why not?" he tried to open the door as I saw the doorknob wiggling.

"I can't come outside!"

"What happened? Are you okay?"

"Open the door, Nishaan!" He started banging the door.

"No!" I yelled.

"Nishaan!" he yelled.

"Stop saying Nishaan!" I yelled.

"Nishaan, Open the freaking door!" He was now furious.

"I swear to god, I'd break this door, Nishaan." he threatened.