You're the reason behind my S.M.I.L.E

Chapter 29

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Jennifer

'Ocean eyes' by Billie Eilish was playing on the radio as I looked through the stuff in the back seat of Mr. Reynolds' car. Gosh, this song is making me want to look at his version of ocean eyes.

I couldn't pull out the snake stuff toy from the back seat after repeated efforts of not pushing everything down in the process. My head is aching and I feel cold so I thought why not wrap that snake stuff toy around my neck. Crazy, right? But comfy? Totally.

"Here." Mr. Reynolds smoothly removed his jacket while effortlessly driving and handed it to me which caused his fingers to brush mine in the process. The car came to an abrupt halt, jostling me against the seat so I looked at Mr. Reynolds with wide eyes. He completely ignored my are-you-crazy look as the back of his hand came in contact with my forehead before he spoke in urgency, "You have fever."

"I'm fine. Just cold." I argued even though I knew damn well that I might be having a fever. Afterall, I fell into the freezing fountain.

"Let's go see a doctor" He was about to punch in the location on the screen when I stopped him.

"There's no need, trust me." I wrapped his jacket tightly around me. For some reason, Mr. Reynolds strongly insisted that I should not wear Lincoln's jacket. His excuse? It must have been wet when it was almost dried out.

"Then at least let me pull out the medicine box from the back." His brows drew together as he scrutinized me. He pulled out the cape I wore in the morning and placed it on my legs. How thoughtful of him. He just keeps getting points. If we were in Hogwarts, I would be handing out points to his house like halloween candies.

"You can drive while I move to the back seat to retrieve it." I suggested. He has spent so much time with me. While I am totally cool with that because I have been experiencing a rather stronger than ever Crush on him, he might not be a fan of spending too much time with the same person especially when the said person is sick.

I have a cousin who easily gets so bored that he sets the timer before spending time with anybody and the minute the time is up he packs his things and leaves saying, 'Time's up bitches'. He could be the living embodiment of boredom. I don't want Mr. Reynolds to get bored of me.

"No, that's dangerous." He quickly unbuckled his seat belt, got out, opened the back door, swiftly retrieved the medicine box and then came back to the driver's seat.

He looked through the contents of the box by scanning the medicines, pulled out the tablet from the blister packaging and then handed it to me along with the water bottle. I took the medicine and washed it away with water.

"Thank you." He nodded. His eyes darted to the back seat. He pulled out the snake stuff toy from the back seat with ease and handed it to me. Woah, those muscles he just flexed. He doesn't even know that he is unintentionally seducing me. I need to stop looking at his arms. I have no recollection of the moment when this obsession about arms flexing began for me.

I put the snake toy around my neck first before saying, "It's comfy." He gave a thumbs up then started to drive the car at an awfully slow pace like it would hurt me or something. I didn't bother to comment.

It felt good whenever he cared for me like that. No one except a very few people did so in the past and now that I am getting Mr. Reynolds version of care, I crave more, which I know I shouldn't and blah blah blah... but hey I'm sick. I don't know what's right at the moment. I'll think about it once I am back to normal.

I closed my eyes to relish the memories we made together. It was the best day of my life except for the part where Mr. Lee questioned me about Mr. Reynolds.