His burning desire

12*suppressed emotions*

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Having you made me feel like
Clouds were resting on my cheeks
And flowers were blooming
Underneath
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Samira POV

"Goodnight, sir," I said as I turned back smiling and saw him leaning on the car. He nodded his head but did not smile. Why, God, why? Here I am, dying to see his smile, but he never smiles, being as stoic as a rock. I walked further but stopped when I heard his voice.

"Samaira, here, I bought this for you," he said, taking two bags out of the car as I turned back again, raising my eyebrows.

"Huh," I exclaimed as he came towards me with the bags. To be honest, he is incredibly sexy with his half-rolled sleeves revealing his veins, his husky green eyes looking so beautiful even though they lack any emotions, and his fluffy brown hair covering his forehead just takes my breath away. Why the hell am I so attracted to him?

He handed me the bags, extending his hands as I took them, giving him a generous, genuine smile this time.

"Thank you so much," I said to him, meeting his eyes which were shining due to the moonlight, but also showing how much he holds in his heart, yet possibly having no one to share it with. He is rude yet sweet to me, he is aggressive but has never raised his voice at me, he has severe anger issues but has never hurt me. Why is he so different with me? How badly I want to ask him so that I can calm my fluttering heart.

I turned and walked towards the elevator, my heart aching to glance once again at him, my mind craving only for him beside me. I felt safe with him, though I don't know why, but he is someone who always made me comfortable. Why the hell is my whole body trembling to glance one more time into his eyes? His eyes held so many things, so many mysteries, so many words that I can't describe.

I entered the elevator holding two bags, my thoughts full of him, and pressed number 68, my floor number, as I saw it on the card. It's pretty decent and at least it's free, so I have no reason to complain. And most importantly, I don't know what the apartment will be like. If it's dark, no, my trauma can't return. No, if it's dark, I'll get it changed by tomorrow. But the thought of having a dark interior is like being dead a hundred times over for me. After so many years, I finally have control over my trauma, and experiencing it again would be like dying alive for me.

The elevator opened as I stepped out with millions of thoughts, first and foremost that the apartment should not have dark interiors. I prayed in my mind, oh shit, actually I didn't check my room number, so I opened my purse and took out two cards. One had all the information related to the apartment, and the other was an entry card with a red mark for some reason. It could be a personal mark of the company for all the PAs. Anyway, let me check my apartment number, which is 120.

I walked further while searching for my apartment, and yes, here it is, "120," I chirped excitedly as it's my first move-in, and I'm nervous. I just don't want the interiors to be dark.