Blameless ✔

Chapter 10: ❝There are around one hundred thousand million to be specific❞

Chapter 10: ❝There are around one hundred thousand million to be specific❞

♡Evelyn's POV♡

He was staring at me again.

I couldn't say I completely hated it because this was the first time he's actually shown me this much interest in a while. The only thing I disliked about being stared at so intently was the fact that I feared my body would react in a spasm due to my nervousness, which would most likely lead him to look away and make me blame myself for these involuntary convulsions called tics.

Thankfully, the waiter approached us, carrying a red, plastic tray and on top were two identical looking drinks. Smiling, he placed the tray on the very edge of the table, using his free hand to support it while dexterously sliding the drinks in front of Mark and me.

"Enjoy."

Thanking him, I eagerly took the white, creamy drink into my hands and took a sip from the straw to satiate my thirst because of the dryness in my mouth that seemed to increase over the last few minutes.

"Good?"

Almost choking on the sweet beverage, I glanced at the one who had spoken through my dark eyelashes and saw him resting his chin in the palm of his hand like he had done previously; weirdly intrigued.

Nodding, I placed the drink back down on the table while nervously staring down at my lap.

"This is my favourite place to order milkshakes," he continued, taking a large sip of his own drink while simultaneously burning a large hole into my head.

I nodded again while continuing to stare down at my lap, the baby hairs I had tucked behind my ears now freely falling over my face due to my sharp action.

Suddenly, I felt his nimble fingers reach out to reposition the strands of hair behind my now red ears and flinched when I felt the cold contact of his skin softly brush against my face. I was one hundred percent afraid to look up at this point because I knew that once I did, I would be staring into a pair of ethereal eyes that would limit my intake of oxygen.

But surprisingly, it wasn't his eyes that laboured my breathing.

It was his voice that seemed to drop an octave lower as I felt his breath fan my face a little too close for comfort.

Smiling, he revealed to me his pearly whites that I only got to witness after mustering up enough courage to look at him at last.

He chuckled randomly, almost as if he was laughing at himself. "I think I'm about to ask you to do something crazy," he whispered, his voice velvety and dubiously auspicious.

Blinking, I was undeniably surprised by the profoundness in his voice.

"What is it?", came my mortifyingly eager response.

His smile widened a bit more, letting me catch a glimpse of his perfect, pink gums.

God bless his dentist.

His eyes flickered around my face, studying it, looking for one of the two emotions - reassurance or weariness - that would determine whether or not he proceed. Lucky for him it was the former and he must've perceived that because next thing I knew, he was opening his mouth to utter his presumably crazy impetration.

And let me just apathetically say the words hit me like a truck.

"Will you go out with me?"

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"No Evelyn!" My mum exclaimed, snatching the grater out of my hands. "I told you to chop the carrots, not grate them."

"Sorry mum," I apologized. "But you should never grab a grater out of somebody's hands - it's a safety hazard."