Falling For A Single Mother KTH FF ✔️

Chapter 25

Y/N's P.O.V.

"You really do know how to cook, I am impressed."  I couldn't help but muse seeing him arranging dishes  on the table. I believe I must have taken much more time than regular or he's just too fluent when it comes to cooking- that he's already done.

His head turns  towards me, and shoot me a mischievous wink.

Too flirty.

I clear my throat and go inside the dinning room.

"Told you, you just need to ask. I know quite alot of things, darling."  He rasps. eyes not once wavering from mine as he pulls out a chair for me.

My gaze drop at his words, butterflies fluttering at his gesture.

"Someday, brown." I manage to form a coherent sentence. He hum,  and the baby hairs on my neck stands up at his breath hitting my ear lobe, his palms resting on the chair, just behind my shoulders.

"Waiting, darling." and if his words aren't enough to mess up my beats, he leave a kiss on the sensitive skin of my ear, hitching my breath in my throat.

This man is dangerous for your heart, Y/N ah.

"I just realised, I don't know much about you. " He speaks, taking a seat beside me. My head tilts to look better at his thoughful look.

"A date would have sufficed that, brown." I jab, how can I not? This man didn't spend much time with me too. His eyes widen,

"We went on date!"

"Oh, the one where I was enjoying myself and you were just staring at me?" I arch my left brow at his baffled expression.

"I wasn't staring!" He reasons, I purse my lips to control the smile spilling on them.

"Yeah, I totally believe you. But do you know what is date for?" I muse to which he huffs, his brows creased and eyes narrowed.

" Of course I know. It's to know more about your date."

"And what did you get to know about me from our first date?" I prop my chin on my palm, turning my body towards his direction.

"That, my darling love classics. "  I maintain a stoic expressions,

"And?"

"And your favourite is Wuthering heights." My brows shot up at this. I had picked many books and I believe I gave equal attention to every book I choose from the aisle.

"How?"

"Because, let me tell you a secret." He scoots closer, his voice octave lower intending to keep his words a secret.

"That is?"  Unintentionally, I, too, move closer. My eyes beholding his, anticipating his words.

"That my darling prefers emotional connection over physical ones. She craves for small loving gesture than grandeur ones. She believes in deep talk than meaningless ones. She believes in love, not just accepts it for the sake of it. For her, love is all about sacrifice, it is all about your lover's happiness. To her, the purest form of  love is eye contact. because; she belives- "Eye contact is way more intimate than words can ever be."  Isn't her definition of love sacred? And Wuthering heights just happened to hold all of these." 

[A/N note : I know Wuthering heights is a Gothic love story, but let me focus on the beauty of it.]

And when he peers in my eyes, I forget who I am.

All I am able do is grasp the fact that this man knows more about me than anyone has ever cared to know about me, and that too with observation only.

My chest fills with peace, constricts with emotions I can not point to, yet I don't dispise it.