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Chapter 16

Dahlia Meadows

I woke up in such a good mood that I went directly to the living room to see if he was still sleeping. I ran quietly, there I saw him sleeping deeply. I knelt my knees to gaze at him. His rich, long eyelashes were so long that they looked so silky. His jaw was so pointed cleanly, and clenched.
I could go on for hours or days describing every part that suits him.

I tucked in his blanket through every edge. As I was about to go away, a sturdy grasp held my wrists and pulled me. "You're awake." I looked at him and a smile was effortlessly shown. "Just woke up." Dallas stood up straight to fix the pillows and blanket into its position, then he finally sat down. "How long have you been staring at me?" I laughed and sat next to him and leaned my head backwards. "So you were watching me?" I crossed my arms and fiddled my foot. "I felt a soul looking at me, right through the eye."
"Oh, so you are calling me more of like a lost ghost?" I turned my head towards him.
"Probably." he looked at me, then stood. "I'll cook us breakfast." I stopped him as I pushed myself in front of him. "No, I will." I forced his body down on the couch to sit down.

I went to the kitchen, and wore an apron. He grabbed an apple and an orange, I knew then that he was gonna make us some blended juice. As I was cutting the tomatoes, I felt a blade of the knife cut through the skin of my finger. I shouted as the cut went deep, but thankfully it wasn't very deep. I wasn't worried, but a hand found its way to hold my injured finger. "What are you doing?" I looked at him as he was sipping blood that's gushing out of my finger. I looked at him, then said. "Thank you." I looked at him nervously.

"You're sweating." His dreamy eyes met mine, as he loosened the ponytail on his wrist. His hands went to every strand of my hair, as his hands were already touching my scalp. He clasped them as one and tied it using the ponytail. I didn't loosen my look at him thus I wanted to look longer. "So you know how to do such feminine things like this?" I asked as I chuckled.
"I learned it from my mom."
"Where's your parents, by the way? January never told me nor did you." I asked as my eyes filled with curiosity. January never told me about her parents, she never opened up about her family. We weren't close but her parents' whereabouts were never disclosed. Their family had disclosed every single information about them that you can't obtain, even from other people. They had no idea.
"They're dead." Dallas answered my question, but his breath felt heavy as he talked. I didn't know if it was right for me to bring it, I wouldn't want to cross the lines. "My dad died when he was on his way somewhere, my mom then ended her life because she couldn't continue holding her family's business."

I looked at him. I wanted to say sorry.
Sorry because you went through a lot where you didn't experience the simplest thing you could have done, with your parents. "You know what's funny? I hated my mother's side. They were her daughter, knowing well my mom wanted to be an engineer. They didn't find success for my mother, then persuaded her to hold on to a business she had no idea about. They did that right after my father's death."

I looked at him, communicating with him using my eyes that he was free to tell me everything. "Since then, I have stood by January's side not as her brother but as her parents. I felt sorry for her." I looked at him as he looked down. I couldn't do anything but hear everything he went through.

"Growing up wasn't that difficult. What I found difficult was growing up realizing your parents aren't a part of your life as you grow."  He looked at me and painfully smiled. It felt like torment haunted him all the years he spent parenting his own sister, all by himself. "I'm sure your parents would be proud of you. The way you held responsible that you took care for your sister." he laughed at me and pulled my wrists, as we closed the distance and walked as we reached the sofa. "They wouldn't. I was unreasonably stubborn to them." as we faced each other sideways.
"If they aren't proud of you, then I'll be." I held his shoulders tightly and looked at him.
"I'm proud of you."

We looked at each other with our eyes full of happiness. He held out his hand and rested it against my cheeks, "If you keep looking at me, I might not be able to resist but to taste you." I closed our face with our mouths intertwined with each other, and fastly went back. I looked at him, "I wouldn't be able to." as I chuckled, he held my elbows tightly and pulled me in closer. We were kissing.

I opened my eyes as his kiss became deep. It felt so cool, but awfully enjoyable. I closed my eyes, and locked my wrist with another. Our heads turned to side by side. We kissed, until we couldn't catch our breath anymore. It felt suffocating but it felt so good. The way he devoured me in every spots deeper, our tongue intertwined. I could feel his smile laid on my lips, he tasted so sweet like an orange that he had blended just for him.
He tasted so sweet.

I learned everything about him today, maybe not everything, but more than I could have ever known if I was to commit myself with him. I want to tear those painful pages in his memories, and bury them far away.
That I could replace those painful ones with memories that'd make him feel alive.

I couldn't help but feel bad for myself too. It's not because that I grew up all alone, but I had parents who lost interest about my life and what I want to do. I was their oldest daughter, yet they lost their care towards me. 

It was like I grew up independently on my own. They didn't care for what I truly wanted, they cared for what they wanted.