Tactless Temerity

10

Sigurd Evik

"Where is she?" I asked Left Eye calmly when she let me enter their suite.

"Nasa kwarto niya po, Patron."

I sighed heavily.

"Is she okay?"

She shook her head, making me pinch the bridge of my nose.

"I'll go to her." I stated and she just nodded as she pointed the direction. I had no plans in disturbing Josephine and I just dropped by to ask Left Eye if she was okay. But like I said to the shield maiden earlier, I no longer unable to not come near her, touch her...or be with her in general.

Josephine's suite screamed tidiness and order. There were lots of photos in the wall, and I noted the mirrors as well. I stopped at her room's door and tried to even my breathing. I was about to knock when I noticed that her door was ajar so I pushed it gently.

I found her standing in front of a full body mirror, wearing the simplest yet sexiest white nighties that I had ever seen. She looked so fresh from the shower and I did not have to imagine how good she must smell for I was already inhaling the scent of her body wash around me.

Josephine smelled of roses, just like the night that I first had her. I fought the urge to close my eyes and imagine. Damn it. For fuck's sake why would I imagine when the real thing's in front of me, looking at herself in the mirror as if...I clenched my jaw when I noticed the pity in her expression.

"Josephine?" I called softly.

"Don't come any closer. Please."

Our eyes met on the mirror. I gripped the side of the door frame and stopped myself from coming towards her.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm what's wrong. You can't see me this way. Umalis ka na." She bowed her head down, body unmoving.

"Why?" I took a step inside but did not come near her. "Is it your scars?."

"Yes, and more."

I chuckled softly then stepped forward further.

"It's just scars, shield maiden. I got lots of them too...and you should know that I am not that kind of man."

"W-what...what kind of man are you?"

"You tell me in the coming days, months and years." I stopped my tracks just a foot away from her.

I waited for her to raise her head and I finally saw what she was trying to hide. I clenched my jaw when I saw her left eye and her faint facial scars.

"Huwag kang maawa sa akin."

I looked at her, instantly offended.

"Hindi ako naawa sa'yo. I'm starting to get angry, though. But not at you. Never with you."

She did not respond and just examined my expression.

"Know this..." I stepped closer then reached for her shoulders. "In my eyes...you're spectacular. Your beauty...it's indescribable. Your scars...are lovely. I want to see you in the daylight and under the moonlight and ask my self how in the hell would I look at another again after you?"

"Mr. Frost..."

I chuckled lowly.

"If I tell you more now...I'm afraid that you might run away." I was not kidding.

I was a simple man and I will always mean what I say. Hindi siya nagsalita pero nakatitig pa rin sa akin. I must have sounded too upfront, but it was how I was and I understood that I should take it down a notch. Josephine was a strong woman, but was also fragile like any other human being.