A Piece Of His Heart

Fourteen

Eliza

I dressed up in a turtleneck, jeans and a trench coat over it, my gold chain with its ruby pendant hanging down my neck.

"Why, exactly, are you walking like a sloth?" I raised an eyebrow at Waleed who was dragging his feet over the wooden floor, phone in hand. "And who are you texting?"

"Not texting anyone. Just replying to an important e-mail." He mumbled back, still distracted by his phone and his important e-mail.

I let out an exasperated, disbelieving huff and threw my hands up. "I can't believe you're replying to e-mails on our honeymoon! But then again, I can believe it because you don't have a single romantic bone in your body."

He finally bothered looking up from his phone and blinked at me in surprise, but I was already storming out the room's door and then out of the cottage door.

I don't know why I thought he wouldn't be able to catch up if I was four steps ahead.

He caught up to me and grabbed my hand which I quickly wrenched out of his hold and walked ahead again.

"Do you even know where you're going?"

I didn't but he didn't need to know that.

"Eliza?"

I didn't bother with a reply. He could go back to his e-mails.

"Darling?"

I grimaced, scowled, and frowned all at once at that word.

"Honey?" He. Did. Not.

"Love?" It was becoming hard to remember that I was upset with him.

"Jaan?" Melted into a freaking puddle right there.

"Sweetheart?" Now it sounded like he was having too much fun with this.

I stopped and turned around, waving my index finger in his face. "Stop being cute, I'm mad at you!"

"Sorry? I promise I won't even touch my phone now." He held out his phone. "Here. You can keep it."

"Kaan pakro."

*"Hold your ears."

"What?"

I crossed my arms, barely holding back a big fat grin. "Hold your ears and apologize."

His eyebrows knitted together but his hands still reached up and held his ears. I quickly took out my phone and clicked a picture before running away, laughing.

"Eliza, yaar!" I heard the stomping of his boots before I looked over my shoulder to see him running behind me, grinning as he chased me. I let out a squeal when his hands came too close and broke into a sprint, seconds after which his arms had circled my waist and lifted me off the ground from the back.

I kicked my feet in the air, still laughing hard. "Nooooo! Put me down, Waleeeeed!"

His chest rumbled with laughter against my back, his chuckle leaving me breathless. "Delete the picture first."

"That is not happening ever!" I wriggled my arms to free myself but his hold only tightened as he spun us around once, then twice, and thrice. I didn't even care about the strange looks we were getting from people passing by, certain that each of them had already chanted 'Astaghfirullah' in their head.