His Smile

CHAPTER 48

Quick question,

Who's your star crush?

"Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without."- Muhammad Ali.

Third Person's POV

She was asleep when the sound of the phone ringing kept disturbing her peace. She groans for the umpteenth time and tries to waver away the disturbance by studying the pillow on her ear. Gladly the noise dies off and she is about to go back to her peaceful slumber when it suddenly starts again.

Ugh!! Who the heck is disturbing me this fine early morning? Oh! I'm so going to deal with this person.

She detaches the pillow from her ear and gradually pries her eyes open, squinting it in the dark room whose only source of light is her phone's screen. She lets out one final groan before picking up her phone and taking a glance at it. Lucas' name was boldly flashing on it.

He better have something better to say or else I'm so going to freaking skin him. No one messes with my sleep. I repeat, No one!!! Who wakes someone up this early on a Saturday morning, huh?!!

"What?!!", was the first thing she uttered when she answered his call.

There was a light chuckle on the other end and immediately she heard his voice, her anger dissipated, "Good morning to you too, princess."

She sighs, "Why are you calling me at such an ungodly hour? Why? Oh, why?"

"Come outside." That was all he said.

"What do you mean by that? First of all, you wake me up from my beautiful sleep, I ask you why and all you say is, come outside." She mimics his tone.

"I'm sorry for waking you up but please come outside."

"And why would I?" She frowns and then it dawns on her, "Are you by any means perhaps in front of my house?"

"Why don't you come outside so you can find out?"

"As much as I'd love to, my bed is more alluring." She pats her bed.

"Please."

"You owe me."

"No problem. So are you coming?"

"Kinda."

"Waiting." He says before hanging up.

She gets out of bed and rushes out to meet him. The cold air hits her skin as she walks towards him, who is leaning against his car, a smile forming on his lips at the sight of her.

"What's going on?" She halts in front of him and places her hands on her hips in a demanding manner. Instead of replying as she expected, he rather moved even closer to her until they were a breath away from each other. His lips brush her forehead ever so lightly and it lingers, the act breaking down her walls. Her hand falls to her side, her body tingling from his touch. His arms take advantage of the opportunity given by going to her sides and bringing her closer for a hug. She itched to hug and although she didn't want to give in to how she felt at the moment, she found herself hugging him back. With her head on his chest, she could hear the way his heart was thumping loudly in his chest.

"How was your sleep?" He mutters not pulling away, voice strained from all the emotions he was feeling having her pressed against him.

She lets out a snort, "Short."

He chuckles, "Am I the reason?"

"Yes, you are." And then she pulls away, arm still around him, and stares at him, a pout on her lips.