SONG INSPIRATION : Truly, Madly, Deeply by One Direction & At the Beginning - OST of Anastacia (Disney)
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT : TRULY, MADLY, DEEPLY
The weigh in my chest has been lifted. Thanks to drunk Harold and we are now back on the same ground, when I woke up the next day he intrude my house and confess his sins, I have this broad smile on my face, why?
I watch him cook with my oversized T-shirt and his brief, oh I mean there's a towel covering his down part, I fight the urge to laugh because I still feel awkward after he scolded me in front of my team and about the circulating thing they have according to Felize, but he looks so adorable and drop dead hot in this outfit, we shared the food he cooked and talked about what is currently happening between us and that he is still eager to get me saying yes to be his girlfriend. My heart melt with that because while he's soothing me with promising words he's looking me straight in the eyes, kissing the back of my hand and apologizing for every stupid actions he's doing when we are on therocks.
"Just one thing." I whisper while he's planting light kisses on my lips.
"Anything." He stops and strokes my hair, I search his eyes, those gray eyes that held so much emotions that drowns me whenever we are this close,
"I don't want you being too close to your secretary, I mean, it's awkward, inappropriate and to take note that she's too hallucinating about having you—"He press his finger on my trembling lips and smiled so warm at me,
"I understand that you have a serious case of jealousy when it comes to other ladies getting my attention," I just rolled my eyes at him,
"Learn to stop entertaining them then," he laughs at my childish retort,
"Don't you think that whenever I look at other women; it's you that I think?"
"How is that related huh?"
"Because I compare you to them, come." He stands and pulls me with him, we stand in front of my full length mirror, he rests his hands on my stomach and kisses my head, and he's leaning his jaws on top of my head,
"Don't you see the beautiful lady that you are sweetheart?" at the mention of his endearment made my insides screams in glee, but rather I chin up and gave him a pointed look,
"Do they have those sweet hazel eyes that sparkle whenever you smile and burns with passion?" Wow, Shakespeare's embarking this man's body.
"Do they have this silky hair that bounces perfectly without you trying, framing your flawless face making you younger and livelier?' His hands moved to cup my sides making me squirm a little,
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