Nerd Chases The Hunk (COMPLETED)

25 (Nerdine)

By far, these last two chapters(24&25) are my favorites. I really worked hard on chapter 24 and 25 to bring joy to my few readers.

I'm trapped and surrounded by heat. I free my arms but a strong hold is keeping them still. I try to wiggle my feet but it's no use. I want to be liberated from whatever imprisoned me; to feel the air around my sweaty skin and to give wetness to my dry throat.

What happened? It's so hot and I am thirsty.

I open one of my eyes to see what is going on only to feel the butterflies in my stomach and to hear the thumping sound of my heart as I realized the reason behind it all.

Bolt's arms are tied around the width of my torso while his head rests on my breasts and his right leg is in between mine. Suddenly, I fear to move because I might wake up the handsome sleeping face of my husband.

Yes, he is my husband, dreams do come true.

Albeit the not so nice description of my current situation earlier, I want to remain like this for as long as it takes. I don't care if I'm thirsty or I need to pee. I summon all of my control and order my brain to eliminate my thirstiness and to freeze my urine in the bladder. As a result, I lay there like a sweaty non-living wood, preventing even a small drop of urine because everything will spill if it happens and Bolt's sheet will be wet while I die in shamefulness.

I underestimated morning urine. Preventing it is quite difficult. Phew! If this continues every morning, I'm pretty sure that I will develop stones in my bladder.

I stare at the man on my breasts, he looks tired and angelic. I touch his hair because I can no longer restrain myself from feeling his skin. My touch wakes him; he opens his eye very slowly only to land on my morning face.

I hope Bolt is similar to crocodile. He will imprint on the first thing he sees and I will be the happiest woman since I am the first one he saw this morning.

"Hey," he greets and quickly detaches his body from me as if I'm a virus who will infect him any moment.

"Excuse me," I reply and settle my throat and bladder problems outside his room.

Afterwards, I place the wrapped square box at the doorstep of his bedroom before I prepare his coffee and my milk. Few moments later, I hear him exclaim.

"Whoa!"

I turn to see him carrying the box towards the kitchen and towards me.

"What's this?" He asks like a nine year old kid who first receives his bike.

"Open it so you would know," I reply in between sips of milk.

He eyes me suspiciously and excitedly unwrapped the box while I watch him in adoration and love.

"Another present?" He insistently asks

"Not really," I say.

It's not really a gift. It's more of upgrading and returning what's not mine.

He didn't say a response and is too absorbed in the box. The silence grows as he sees what are inside the box.

"Happy birthday," I break the silence.

He looks up to me and giggles saying "very unpredictable, I must say"

"Do you recognize them?" I ask.

"Recognize? I have never forgotten them" he happily says.

"I figured that the drawing and those are the perfect gift for someone like you who can afford anything," I state. "And since it's your first birthday as my husband, I decided to recall our first encounter through that jacket and face towel." I add.