Unconventional Affection: Discovering Love in our Maid's Presence

Chapter 4, Confession.

After giving the medicine to her, I exited the room to allow her to rest quietly. “Mom didn’t mention anything about going out, where could they be?” I mumbled to myself while stretching out on the sofa, letting time pass by. After a few hours, I woke up with a start. “Oh, damn, I must have slept for too long!” I checked the time, and it was already 7 p.m. Worried about Mila’s condition, I quickly checked on her to see if she was alright. I gently touched her forehead to check if her temperature had reduced.
To my dismay, she was still running a fever. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of worry for her health. Realizing that we hadn’t eaten dinner yet, I decided to prepare something for us to eat.

Heading straight to the kitchen, I started preparing the food. As time passed, I couldn’t help but chuckle awkwardly at myself. “Another chicken soup, again. I really need to learn how to cook something else. But I don’t think Mila would mind too much, would she?”

Once I finished cooking, I went back to the room and gently woke Mila up. “Mila, Mila, wake up. It’s time to eat dinner,” I said, lightly shaking her shoulders.
“Dinner? What time is it now, Sunny?” Mila asked, still trying to open her eyes properly.

“It’s almost 8 p.m.,” I replied. “Eat the food I prepared and take your medicines again.”
Mila chuckled despite her fever and teasingly said, “Looks like you’re playing the role of a servant now, Sunny.”

“More like a husband, if anything,” I countered her teasing, sitting on the bed and scooping a spoonful of soup. “Are you blushing again, Mila?” I remarked, followed by a short laugh.

“N-no, I am not!” Mila protested. “Don’t just randomly say things like that, not so casually.”

“Sure, sure,” I said, trying to ease her embarrassment. “Don’t swallow it too fast.” We continued eating and I changed the topic to lighten the mood. “I must say, I’ve been missing your cooking.”

After finishing the meal, I gave Mila her medicines. “Here are the medicines. I’m going to clean the kitchen. Call me if you need anything.”

“Uh, okay, can you come back here after you’ve finished?” Mila asked, sounding a bit shy.

“Sure,” I replied, leaving the room. Once I finished cleaning, I called out to Mila, “Mila, I’m back,” as I carefully sat on the bed.
“Hey, Sunny, since I’m still not feeling well, can I sleep in your room tonight?” Mila asked, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her question.

“You’re still not well, of course. I’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight,” I reassured her, sensing her forehead with the back of my palm. “Oh, great…” Mila replied.
An awkward silence followed. Mila interrupted it by asking, "Do you still remember when we used to sleep together in one bed when we were little?" Mila asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"Yeah, we were still innocent little children. What about it?" I responded, looking off into the distance. "You used to hug me every time before and during sleeping," Mila chuckled, her voice filled with nostalgia.

As I heard her laughter, I couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through my chest. Memories of our childhood flooded my mind, reminding me of the innocent bond we shared.

"Yeah, I did," I said softly, my breath hitching slightly. Deep down, I couldn't deny that those moments meant more to me than I had realized.

“But, Mila, you’re tired. You need to rest and recover for tomorrow. I’ve missed your cooking,” I tried to divert the conversation, not wanting to delve into the emotions that were stirring inside me.

With a small nod, Mila agreed, “Yes, you’re right. I’ll sleep now.” As I turned to leave the room, her voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Where are you going, Sunny?” she asked, a hint of desperation in her voice. “The couch, why?” I replied, confused by her sudden change in tone.

“Don’t leave me,” she pleaded softly. Her words pierced through the silence, leaving me stunned. I turned to face her, searching for understanding in her eyes.

“What do you mean, ‘don’t leave me’? Where would I sleep?” I questioned, my voice tinged with apprehension. Part of me knew the answer, but I needed to hear it from her.

Mila’s gaze met mine, and she tapped the bed gently, her expression filled with longing. “You still tease me, even when you’re sick. Just go to sleep and stop pretending,” I said, my tone a mix of frustration and affection.

Her voice trembled as she spoke, “Am I not attractive, Sunny?” The vulnerability in her words echoed in the room, leaving me breathless.

“Sunny? Hey,” she called, getting up from the bed and taking my hand in hers. “Sunny, answer me,” she pleaded, pulling me closer, urging me to sit beside her.
“You know that you are,” I began, struggling to find the right words. “I’m afraid of what I might do if you keep tempting me like this. Aren’t you afraid of me?”

A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face before a determined look replaced it. “You can, if you love me,” she whispered, her eyes never leaving mine. The weight of her confession hung in the air, catching me off guard.

“W-what are you saying?” I stammered, my mind racing to comprehend the depth of her feelings. The realization hit me like a flood, washing away any doubts or reservations.

Seconds turned to minutes as we sat there, our intertwined hands a tangible connection between us. My heart pounded in my chest, and I wondered if Mila could hear it too.

“Mila, please, sleep now. Don’t force yourself to stay awake,” I pleaded softly, my voice filled with tenderness. “I want to sleep with you, Sunny,” she said, hugging my waist, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, don’t go.”

A surge of affection washed over me, overpowering any hesitation that remained. “Okay, I won’t,” I promised, my voice filled with newfound certainty. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer to me.

As we lay in bed, her head resting on my chest, I marveled at the love that had blossomed between us. Our breaths synchronized, creating a rhythm that spoke a language only we could understand.
In that moment, everything felt right. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the warmth of our bodies entwined and the beating of our hearts, entangled in a love that had endured from childhood to now.

Mila’s breathing steadied, and I realized she had finally fallen asleep in my arms. I held her tighter, cherishing the feeling of her presence against me. The realization that I reciprocated her love filled my heart with a joy I had never experienced before.
As I kissed her forehead gently, I whispered, “I love you, Mila,” letting the words hang in the air. And in that moment, amidst the quiet of the night, I knew that our journey had only just begun.