Saint || Alhaitham x M! Reader

Chapter 5 || Hugs

(A/N: I might have to end this fic soon- cuz school is biting me in the ass 🫡)

Alhaitham's POV:

'I can't think properly like this, let me get a cup of coffee first' I took a second to collect myself, throwing on a lose grey shirt and wiped off my tears. I went down to the lobby and through the hallway. But it was there when the best, and worst person stood near the kitchen counter.

"Hello sir, why are you up so late?"

'Shit-'
"There's some work I need to finish, I'm just getting some coffee"

The stove was lit, and the aroma of M/n's favorite food lingered in the air, it smelled great. Yet the viscous sun burn just looked painful. The burn carved out its shape around the close he wore in the desert. It seemed to be healing quickly, but the pain must be unbearable. Yet M/n kept a neutral front. As if he wasn't stuck in the desert a few hours ago. Bearly being able to breathe out of pain and dehydration.

M/n suddenly turned around, i could tell that he knew I was staring, but I still acted like I didn't. "Do you want to eat instead? You'll be able to sleep better when your done with your work"

I nodded, a lot more awkwardly then I intended to. Walking closer to peak my head over the stove, the food looked great, it made meacknowledge how hungry I really was. "Do you need any assistance?" I broke the silence, gesturing at the burnt skin. I wondered how he even managed to undress himself.

"No, but...I do have one question. Why did you carry me all the way through the desert?"

I didn't want to admit my reasoning, since I didn't really know myself, so I answered with another question "Why did you snuggle up against my chest like a cat"

"I did not!"

"You very much did."

M/n's face turned bright red, "Well excuse me for wanting a little bit of comfort while dying in the desert" True.

"Oh? So cuddling up against me is comforting to you?"

"You fucking bitch." M/n's sour expression suddenly changed to a teasing one, I knew he had something wicked up his sleeve. Just like he did during the investigation, this time, he poked my chest area, causing heat to flush my face. "It's not my fault your chest is soft, like I said before, you're like a soft bulk of mass" I think we all are, M/n.

"I'm sure you're future wife will enjoy hugging you" He smiled teasingly. I couldn't help but think

'I want that to be you'

Why have I fallen so hard for this guy? I've read books that include aspects of love, but I guess this is the full experience. "Don't say things like that. Also might I add that you are a lot more touchy than you say you are, holding my hand? Resting your head on my chest and shoulder?"

"You never stop me."

"..." He was right, and I don't want it to stop.

"It's not like I hate everything that touches me, and I suppose that you deserve some sort of respect for helping me"

"By letting me touch you?"

"...well if you put it like that then it's sounds a little weird" He looked down with deep blush painted his face. I too had understood what he was talking about. Yet it didn't seem to stop me. My hands reached out to his, having them wrap around my body. Since I was unable to touch his skin, my hands rested at his hips. I normally wouldn't do things like this, ever. But- from what I've read, this is what you do with people you love, and it felt amazing. M/n stiffened, causing a rush of anxiousness to strike me, as how lightning would strike the ground. But he slowly dropped his guard, stepping closer to me, and hugging me tighter, his face was hidden at the croke of my neck. I don't remember how long we stayed like this, but the only thing that broke us apart was the smokey aroma surrounding us.

"My food!"

"Oh- sorry."