⋆｡˚The Fervor˚｡⋆
"It was you the whole time?" I almost yelled at him.
"Who else you wanted it to be then, peach?" He husked coming closer to me.
"All those creepy texts, were from you?" I felt relieved after a long time, after knowing it was him.
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I huffed as soon as I felt my bed against my back, I thought only and only about Peach.
I have made my days busy, just to keep myself coped up with my work, because she is the one who keeps revolving in my head.
In the past three days, life has been all about her. Flying to India, ugh, and finally, to smell her around me again after those 2 years.
It felt so heavenly, as if I was floating. Having to breathe the same air as her, once again. Having her in my arms, her soft skin brushing against mine.
The plan was executed almost how I wanted it. But the only thing that was fucked up was me taking her name. I did reciprocate quickly, thanks to my reflexes, So I could Gaslight her into thinking that I saw it off her passport.
Her voice, her eyes, her soft skin, her pink lips and those fucking legs, turned me on every time I glanced at her.
The way she kept talking about random things, made me feel better, with every passing second, I had to control the urge to kiss the life out of her.
I wonder if she has eaten or not? I believe she must be taking a look around her apartment.
Should I text her? Am I making it too obvious? Who cares. I decided to message her once again, but not before turning off the incoming messages.
This will surely gonna make her panic a bit, but sorry peach, there's nothing I can do about it.
So I texted her saying "Did you like your new house, peach?"
The only thing for now is to send something for her to eat, else she'll be just sleep it off.
So I ordered the uber eats, first at my place, just to make sure the delivery guy doesn't fuck up.
"Should I do a whole preppy meal?" I debated.
"What if she finds it too cliche, and might lose interest in me?"
"Wait, she doesn't even know who I am?"
"Should I give her a hint?"
"Would it be too obvious?"
As soon as I opened the application, the only two things available were, A sandwich and a cup of cold coffee.
This is it then.
I quickly placed an order.
Resting my head. My mind kept taking me back to those fleeting reveries. Her accidentally touching my hand, and then apologizing, although I hated when she said sorry for that minute mistake.
I was apprehensive about her not eating anything, and the fucker was delaying so much too.
I was on the verge of barging into her room but how could I even?
