Cupcake & I

11

pov : aira

Before he could say anything to embarrass me, I quickly asked, "Who lives there? That house is beautiful."

"Oh." Oliver looked at the house on the island before a broad grin stretched his lips. "It's mine." He said. "Want to go there?"

"Everything is yours?" I asked, feeling incredulous. "What are you?"

"I'm..." He paused, thinking as he pouted before turning away to look at the house. He furrowed his eyebrows, thinking deeply. Suddenly, a smile stretched his lips mischievously before he said, "Batman."

I laughed, whacking his shoulder and he laughed together with me. I thought of Oliver dressed as Batman and laughed even harder at the crazy imagination. "You are not Batman, Oliver," I said, in between my laughter. I pointed my finger at him accusingly. "You are the Joker," I said and his eyes widened at my statement.

A mischievous smile soon danced on his lips as he narrowed his eyes at me. "Then you are my Harley Quinn."

My heartbeat skyrocketed and I blushed heavily, biting my lip. His eyes brightened up as he asked, "Do you like that house?"

I nodded, not understanding why he is being serious all of a sudden. "It's not mine." He said after a while, deep in thought. "It will be mine soon. If you like it, I'm buying it."

Everything in me melted and I didn't know what else to do except blush. I know I should say something to stop him. But, the determination in his voice made me realise that he will buy it no matter how many times I refuse. I still had my doubts nonetheless.

Would he buy it for me? I don't think so.

"Come on. Let's go to that house." He said and I nodded, feeling delighted and remained quiet as he went to Johnny to inform him about our decision to stop on that island.

I smiled and he smiled back before holding his hand out to point at the pasta. "Do you like it?"

"Love it." Truly, the pasta was delicious. I was enjoying it.

"Told you it's delicious."

"Is there more?"

"Yes." A wide grin stretched his lips at my question.

"Igs aweshome," I said, stuffing more of the delicious pasta into my mouth. He laughed at my statement before leaning over and kissing my forehead. My heart exploded into smithereens at that action and I tried to concentrate on the pasta. Unconsciously, I stuffed more of the pasta into my mouth to hide my blush making my mouth look like a small baby whale.

The boat started slowing down and I realised that we were nearing the shore of the island. My eyes widened in wonder as it fell on the now clean house. It was huge. Mega huge. And the house was mostly made of glass. It was beautiful, designed neatly and professionally. It looked like a dream house.

We hopped down to the shore once the boat stopped and I realised that I had finished the pasta on my plate. I was soon walking on the sandy shore and I immediately got out of my boots. The feeling of my feet touching the sandy shore was warm and it relaxed me. I always loved the beach, although it was one of the most dangerous places in my mind due to my horrible past, I always loved it. It has been so long since I have come to the beach. It has been so long since I have done many things. I sighed, removing those thoughts and enjoying the present, just like how my mother always told me before I go to sleep.

'Past is unrecoverable. The future is uncertain. The present is undeniable. Always enjoy it.'

I smiled at the memory and continued digging my feet in the sand, loving the feeling of the sand going over my feet. I'm in love with the sand. I controlled the heavy urge to take off my clothes and lay there on the beach and make sand angels. Just relax and listen to music for the rest of the night.

I heard a popping sound behind me and turned around to see Oliver pouring Beer into two cups as he placed them on the table outside of the house. It was placed on a porch, very near the sea. It was broad and the floor was made of wood. There were two chairs and tables and even a small bed right in the middle of the porch. It was a huge porch alright. If it was up to me, I would sleep on that bed in the middle of the porch all night.

"Are you fine with staying here tonight?"

My wish has come true.

"Don't people live here?" I asked and he shook his head. I realised that he had unbuttoned the top three buttons of his white shirt making me take a sneak peek of his toned chest. I looked away quickly before he can catch me. "Not anymore. Just called the owner. Bought it."

My eyes widened as the new information sunk in. Once I reached in front of him, he held a key in his hands and reached for my hand. He placed it in my palm and I looked at him, feeling greatly surprised. "I named it Cupcake Beach House. It's yours now." He said, a smile on his lips and I almost felt like fainting as I looked between him and the keys. "Let's celebrate with a beer." He pushed the cup of beer into my hand.

"You know I can't accept this Oliver. A beach house? I can't." I said, placing the keys on the table.

"It's yours and you have to accept it. As a gift from me." He pleaded, stepping closer to me and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I pursed my lips, feeling unsure of the whole situation. He narrowed his eyes, studying me before saying, "It will always be yours."

I blew out a sigh, deciding to change the topic as I gulped down the cup of beer. I could feel it doing magic to my system already. I'm light so I easily get drunk. "I want more pasta," I said, slamming the cup on the table.

"More? Are you sure? You have eaten a lot you know?" He asked and I headed straight for the hammock, sitting in it.

"Want more Pasta!" I stubbornly shouted.

"You will get fat." Oliver deadpanned, smiling as he brought me a plate of pasta anyway.

"What's fat?" I asked cheekily.

"It happens when you eat too much food." He handed me the plate before sitting beside me in the hammock.

"Fat sounds awesome. Let's get fat." Igrabbed a spoonful of pasta and placed it in my mouth, savouring the taste.