unconsciously falling in love.

Chapter 8

"...The door swung open and I saw..."

I'm standing at his door baffled. He's wearing black adidas socks that make him look super athletic. I then slowly move my eyes up and he's wearing white basket ball shorts with black strings. That obviously match with his socks so at least he does know fashion! I look up to see what kind of shirt he's wearing but...he's not wearing one.

I keep staring. I'm sure it's been at least 23 seconds. He has perfectly formed abs, there is not one thing wrong with them. I still see the big bruise there but it looks a lot better than yesterday. I glance at his arms and they are super built. I'm sure they could carry at least 4 of me.

That's a lot.

I glance up to his face and I feel my face redden completely. He's grinning, he knows I'm baffled by his gorgeous looks. I mean a boy that attractive must know he is attractive.

After awkward silence of us just making eye contact he finally says "well, are you just going to stand there?"

I then hear the most stupid words come out of my mouth.

"Yeah, I'm just staring at something beautiful." I just realized what I said. Trying not to embarrass myself I quickly say "I mean I uh- I uhm, never mind." Well, that failed.

He starts laughing uncontrollably then he gets very serious and says "well, me too. Now come in and help me."

I kinda felt my heart melt. Am I really falling for this boy? I don't want to fall in love, not again.

As I walk in I say "what do you need hel- wow." I feel my jaw drop. His house is beautiful. It has dark hard wood floors as well as all of the kitchen cupboards. There is a glass table with leather chairs around it. I mean, his kitchen is huge. The counters are a black marble. He has a door leading outside to a balcony.

"Uhm, sorry. What do you need help with?" I say

He brushes his hand through his silky hair and then he starts rubbing his neck. He loses eye contact with me and is now looking at the ground.

"Just spit it out, it can't be that bad." I've never been one to sugar coat thing. I wanted the hard truth.

I see a shy smile come across his face. He mumbled something under his breathe.

"What? I can't hear you. Talk louder!"

He then looks at me.

"I, I need you to uhm, to help me take-"

He paused for about ten seconds, oh god. I knew exactly what he was going to say.

He mumbles under his breathe " a shower."

I stand there for awhile while he's staring at me. I felt like spongebob when I could hear every thing, my eyes blinking, my heart beating, and my breathing.

I reply fastly. "Sure! Why not? It'll be easy."

He looks at me in shock. I don't think he expected me to say that. I didn't expect me to say that.

I see him slowly sit down on his black leather couch. He's holding his stomach yet again.

He says "sorry, I can't stand for long periods of time. I start to feel dizzy."

I whisper under my breathe "oh boy, this might be harder than I thought."

He looks at me and smiles.

"I heard that." He says.

***

A couple minutes later after his resting. He says "okay I'm going to go get my clothes. I'll meet you in the bathroom."

Is this really happening? I'm going to give the hottest guy I know a shower??

I walk into the bathroom, and it's huge. It has brown tiling as the floor as well as brown counters. The best thing about the whole room is the bath/shower. It's so big, it's like a hot tub.

I feel someone creep up behind me. I feel his breathing on my neck. I slowly turn around and we make eye contact. His gorgeous eyes meet mine.  I feel my breathing get so much faster. I try to control it but it's most definitely not working. We're about two feet away from each other. He starts stepping closer and leaning down. I feel my stomach touching his. He cups my cheek and starts to lean in. I feel his minty breathe on my lips. I have to admit, it felt like everything else has stopped. The whole world has paused. His lips are not even a centimeter away from my own.

I suddenly have a flash back of my past. I take my face out of his hands. I slightly smile. smiling after that was very hard. He looks at me with a sad and curios face.

I say "let's get you in the shower."

He realized I don't want to talk about it anymore because I simply don't.

He then shuts the door and starts undressing.

I'm starting to think. Was that real? Did that just happen? Oh god help me. Help me not to fall in love with this boy. I don't need my heart broken.