"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Twenty-One.

Tanya's POV.

As he drove, I found myself stealing glances at him every now and then.

He was focused on the road, his jaw clenched and his expression serious.

I wondered what he was thinking. Was he regretting his decision to bring me to his house?

Was he uncomfortable?

Or was he thinking of something entirely different?

His hand was still holding mine in a tight grip, his thumb absently rubbing over my knuckles.

I tried not to think too much into it, but the feel of his skin against mine was... electrifying.

We eventually arrived at his house.

He helped me out of the car and we walked up the path to the front door.

He unlocked the door and led me inside, switching on the lights as we entered.

It felt weird coming back after months.

He led me to the kitchen and turned on the lights.

"Let me get you something for those cramps," He said, heading over to the pantry.

I leaned against the counter, feeling a twinge of pain in my abdomen.

I watched as he rummaged through the pantry, pulling out some painkillers and a heat pad.

"Here, these will help with the cramps," He said, handing me the painkillers and the heat pad.

"And you should also eat something. Do you want something specific? Or should I surprise you?"

Before I could even respond, he started speaking again.

"Actually, have every snack in the house." He said, pulling out a big basket of snacks.

I couldn't even respond to that too, he just pulled me with him, basket in hand, and let me enter his bedroom, making the bed and softly allowing me to sit on it.

He was trying to make me comfortable.

"There's water as well," He pointed to a big water bottle on the floor.

"Take the painkillers and rest up." He said, motioning for me to lay down.

I obeyed, laying down on his bed.

The bed was comfortable and smelled amazing, like him.

Being in his room, laying on his bed, felt weirdly.... intimate.

He was standing right beside the bed, looking down at me with a mix of concern and something else in his eyes.

I felt strangely vulnerable all of a sudden, lying there with him standing over me.

"Do you need anything else?" He asked.

I shook my head, not trusting my voice.

His gaze lingered on me for a moment more before he spoke again.

"Alright. I'll be right outside if you need anything." He said softly.

"Why are you going to be outside?" I couldn't help but ask.

He seemed a little surprised by my question.

"Well, you need rest, right? And I thought it'd be a better idea to let you be comfortable on your own."

There was something in his expression that made me think he was holding back something.

"But this is your room.." I muttered.