The Worst Man To Love ♡ NaLu

9th Downfall (pt. 2)

There was a glitch on the update so remove this story and add it again if the chapter wouldn't appear again. Wattpad decided to be a Pein in the a ss and removed the contents of the chapter. I have to rewrite again although some parts wouldn't be the same as before for those who had made to read the chapter early.

Surprisingly, I had woke up with no back aches this morning. My body lay rested well on my own mattress. The covers firmy covered my torso, shielding me from the night's cold. I slowly took a sideway glance to see that my items were promptly kept and well arranged. I had ought to sit down at the edge of my own bed, creaking as I did so.

My eyes darted on the coffee table. He hadn't left a note as he left me here on my own. I was quite greatful that I didn't have to clean the mess I made last night. Last night. My face flushed vehemently as I recalled that the male had kissed me with a fiery passion leaving my stomach in a knot at its wake.

My body was surprisingly begging for more as his hands left no place for me to escape. Wouldn't this be considered cheating to Kamika? I had pondered and yet here I am enjoying the taste of his intoxicating stained lips.

Being a good Samaritan that I am, unconsciously decided to make a pair of cup of coffee for the both of us. I would know that he would have a head ache soon after he wakes up from his room, if he's still here that is.

My fingers had decided to graze down my own lips, feeling the heated ones we shared. Why was I overthinking about this? Clearly it had meant nothing for him since it was just the liquor speaking. But the drunken state speaks honestly than the sober. My subconscious stated, her arms crossed sternly. Her eyebrows would raise occasionally as my own self came in shyly.

The machine had beeped with its fresh scent of brew errupted my senses. I took a slice of bread with cheese and ham and ate it silently. Kamika hadn't woke up yet, assuming that the halls remained silent from her constant chatter.

I went upstairs once more, feeling a thorn prickling inside me. My footsteps slowly bounced at the floor as I came closer to his own territory, a place I wouldn't let myself get inside. My hands were a bit hesistant to knock. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I came closer to his door.

The door opened before my band could reach it. I was greeted by a half naked Dragneel. One of his eyes a slightly opened and hair completely disheveled from tossing and turning in his bed. He groaned silently, his hand leaning to the side of the door frame.

However, my eyes wandered down to the v-line that connects down to the- Stop! Snap out of it! I hastily scolded myself for thinking such thoughts. His eyes stared back at me when I placed the cup to his free hand. However, his gaze trailed near to my lips making me anxious as ever. "I made this for your hang over. Uhm.. thanks for arranging my room I guess.." I said awkwardly before skipping away from him. "Lucy." I halted once I heard my name from his own mouth but had made my own heart beat from fear? Anxiousness? Excitement? "It was sure nice to meet your own lips. My own had surely got acquainted with her." The nerve!