FEAR OF FONDNESS

CHAPTER 61 SUSPICIOUS

Shinaya's POV:
I don't know what the hell went through my mind, but the things I did...

Ahhh! 

I don't believe what I was saying to him!

Complaining to him about not being with me...SUPER embarrassing!

Telling him what I feel with him? SUPER DUPER EMBARRASSING

"Will you make my dream house with me?!" Like some cheesy sweet wife. AHHH! I don't have words to rank this one!

My head was still roaming even after a lot of sleep. I don't actually have any clue when I slept but I do remember all of the mess I created. I just don't understand what the hell happened to me, was I drunk on that syrup? whatever it was I prayed may it would be just a dream and he doesn't remember anything I spat in front of him. 

I was at the verge of diluting into water when he came out of the walk-in- closet. 

Dressed in light grey trousers and a black T-shirt, he stepped out. Running a hand through his damp hair he closed the door without turning. With no time to act like I was sleeping, I got caught staring at him. Here started another round of embarrassment, I sighed. 

A small smile appeared on his lips as he watched me. Taking small steps he walked towards my side. I tried my best pretending not to show off any signs that I remembered what happened last night. 

"Good morning," he bade with a warm and soothing smile. "Good morning," I replied back with a pressed smile. "How are you feeling?"  he inquired looking straight into my eyes. "fine," I said looking at the sheets. "hmm," I heard him, and the very next moment he placed his hand on mine. As I switched my sight I saw his dark orbs softly watching me. It was rare, very very rare... that his orbs ever softened. It's not like his eyes never felt soft, but this softness? um...nope, never!

"If you are feeling well, then get ready, we'll go out for breakfast," he told me with a romantic smile. It took me off guard. But before I could say anything he confirmed, "Okay?". I was not really in a mood but his tone just made me agree. "Okay," I agreed.

Wassal helped me remove my bandage. As the wound wasn't on my forehead and was also not deep so I just cleaned it and applied medicine. 

Choosing a light brown pashmina embroidered shirt and trousers according to the chilly weather and putting on the same shawl over my shoulders, I quickly got dressed. While Wassal asked me to take out his clothes so grabbing the opportunity I chose tan khaki color pants and a deep green polo half-zip sweater. 

The first moment he saw them he was like, "This was in my closet?" as his whole closet only had a thousand shades of black. He didn't reject but his expressions were telling aloud that he wasn't ready to wear them. Actually, I bought it for him in the hope that he might wear it someday as I thought it would look great on him. But I refused, telling him it might be some gift he never had a look at or it might have been placed in some corner and is now in sight. But instead of believing this, he said, "Nobody has ever gifted me clothes and nobody dares to touch my closet without my permission, but I am very well aware of one person who can both of these things," he remarked with a proud smile and such a surety that it sent butterflies in my stomach. But Ignoring it I insisted him to change, reminding that we were getting late. 

He really looked fine in that combo. It suited him more than I expected. I was too busy staring at him that I didn't know when he closed the distance between us. I realized when he whispered, "Am I looking that handsome sweetheart?" leaning on me. My heart raced, gulping I answered, "N_No," I shook my head. I don't think I will ever answer him truthfully. "Am I not looking handsome?" He narrowed his eyebrows glancing at his outfit. "I knew these colors don't suit me" Before he could regret his decision I interfered. "No! this looks so good on you, I just can't take my eyes-off" It's useless to cry over split milk. I had spat too much and his smile made me realize this really soon. "hmm," he came closer, his nose a few centimeters away from mine. "So you can't take your eyes off me?" he whispered staring into my eyes. My cheeks heated up.