Saving Brownie | ✔

Chapter 42 : So You Love Me Hehe . . .

"You George. What brings you here?" Robert asked in a bewildered tone as I walked in glowing like a sunflower in my yellow dress.

"To meet Brownie, where's he?"

"Resting in his room," Robert said quickly and paused. "And . . . I uh want to talk to you about all this."

"Oh, yeah yeah. You being my grandfather and all. What a small world!" I laughed awkwardly, but he didn't laugh, so there was this sad silence which made me want to stab myself. "Okay, we'll talk later."

I turned away and ran upstairs when suddenly, Robert called out, "George!"

"Yeah?" I stopped halfway and looked down at him.

He cleared his throat and said, "You look er . . . nice."

"I know right!" I beamed and my eyebrows knotted in confusion when I could notice the conflict and struggle written all over his face. "What's wrong? Is my dress over the top or is the makeup too much? I knew I had to wipe off the excess lipstick, makes me look like some kind of prostitute."

"No!" Robert denied, pinched the bridge of his nose and then finally looked at me. "You look good, just like your . . . mother."

"Oh." That was all I managed to say and I hurriedly hopped on the stairs, avoiding the pinching feeling inside me.

"Brownie . . . Brownie . . . George is here," I said in a sing song voice blithely and opened the door.

Clark was sprawled on the bed, clad in only his pyjamas, his chest bare which made me feel all jittery. His lean body turned towards me as he rubbed his eyes and groaned. His hair was tousled and he was completely unaware that he was pouting a bit since I disturbed his sleep. I giggled at his adorable face and he blinked rapidly at me.

"Georgia," he breathed, his husky voice shot delicious tingles throughout my body and his brown eyes slowly swept over my comparatively smaller frame, taking in my bright appearance.

I placed the paper bag filled with oranges on the table and said cheerfully, "I bought oranges for you, your favourite."

Clark nodded, but ogled at me shamelessly and I grinned. I lifted the corners of my dress a little more above my knees and twirled in front of him. I waggled my eyebrows. "How do I look?"

"Erm . . . "

"Come on, do I not look dashing?" I spun around in circles but all Clark did was stare. "You can appreciate me once in a while, you know. Go on, tell me how awesome I look?"

"You erm look like . . . " he trailed off and I smiled expectantly. "A girl . . . orange?"

"What?"

"You look like a girl and an orange," Clark repeated in a satisfied tone and I gave him a perplexed look.

"I look like a girl? That's it? And a fooking orange? A damn fruit?! What? Why? How?" I looked down at my dress and protested, "Besides, this dress is yellow!"

"What I mean is that I love oranges---"

"So you love me hehe . . . " I jumped to the conclusion, giving a mock blush at Clark who looked mortified.

"No, no, not love. I-I like oranges and I-I like the dress, not y-you. And no l-love," he stuttered and shifted uncomfortably on the bed.

"Oh well then, let's start fresh. How do I look like really?"

"Like a girl."

"What? Of course I look like a girl because I'm one. And seriously? That's the most you could come up with after all these efforts I went through for you---" I quickly clamped my hands over my mouth and shook my head.

"You dressed up for me?" he asked dubiously and I could notice his faint smirk.

"What? Noooo . . . You're silly! This dress was just really old and I thought-Fine, I did this for you," I admitted in defeat and Clark quirked an eyebrow in question.

I confessed quietly, "I wanted to apologise to you for how bitchy I behaved the other day. I just want you to know that I would be there for you no matter what and I was very disappointed when I found out that you drank so much. You're much stronger than this, Brownie. Much stronger."

Clark took a sharp breath and said in a low voice, "I regret doing that and I don't know what drove me to do what I did back then. I didn't even realize . . .  I wasn't thinking and I'm sorry too."

"Why are you sorry?"

"It's because of me you're in that ridiculous dress," Clark pointed, his lips twitching upwards and an airy giggle escaped my lips.

"Ridiculous?"

"Ridiculously good." Clark's voice hinted a bit of humour and my grin widened.

I dragged a chair and sat in front of him. He was still lying on the comfy bed and I said thoughtfully, "Robert taught you cooking so that explains why you cook exactly like my mum. The ultimate guru is Robert, my grandfather."

"Yeah --- oh Jesus Christ," Clark muttered and quickly looked away from me.

"What? What happened?"

"Georgia, your erm underwear is showing . . . " he trailed off, a blush creeping up his neck and I looked down.

My legs were spread wide on the chair and Clark's face was right in front of my crotch. Great. Fucking fantastic. It was because of his lying position on bed. I completely forgot what I was wearing as I quickly shut my legs and pulled down my dress.

"See, that's why I don't wear a dress. All my parts peeking from within and flashing my bits," I said furiously, trying to cover up my embarrassment by acting bold.

Suddenly, Clark's eyes crinkled and he laughed. Yes, he laughed! But I didn't know why, so I suspiciously narrowed my eyes at him. He was laughing as he sat up, his body vibrating slightly and his lips stretched into a gorgeous, heart-warming smile.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked accusingly and my lips pursed into a thin line when realization hit me. "I was wearing a Dora underwear, wasn't I?"

Clark nodded and continued laughing almost too boyishly. I could barely imagine Clark being greeted by Dora from between my legs. "Well hello there, ready for an exciting journey?"

Clark patted the place beside him, asking me to sit there on his bed. I got up gingerly and slowly crawled into his arms. He pulled me closer to him and I could feel his chest rumbling due to his laughter. I could feel my face turning hot and red because of my cheek pressed against his bare chest as I tried to suppress my grin.