Denying Feelings

3. No Longer Alone

Hot.

Fire.

Amadeo.

Amadeo's hand on mine.

Amadeo hugging me.

Amadeo spooning me.

Whoa whoa, what?

I gasp to take a breath and shoot myself up from the bed. I gape at my dream and staring at myself on the window in horror.

I spread my sight to the whole room and found that I'm not in my room. A smell of coffee greets my nose and gave me the answer where am I.

I sigh at last night's accident. I cannot believe that I just lost my place, I shudder at the thought that I'm going to live in the street as a homeless but quickly cease the thought and jump out from the bed. I walk out from the guest room and found the TV is showing today's news then when I head to the kitchen I found shirtless Amadeo's back is facing me.

For an average guy, his back is quiet exotic.

I slap my thoughts and shake my head slowly then softly clear my throat to announce that I'm awake but he seems busy cooking and he doesn't hear it. I clear my throat louder and grimace as it kinda gives itchy trace on my throat.

Damn, he's still cooking.

"Deo?" I call him.

He hums softly and his back still faces me.

"Deo,"

He sways his butt.

What the hell...

"Amadeo!" I yell and that succeed in stealing his attention from that goddamn frying pan.

He turns around as he pulls off his headset from his ears and I stare at him in annoyance.

"What kind of person who cooks while putting his headset on?" I scowl.

He grimaces as he turns off the stove, "I'm sorry. How long have you been standing there?" he asks while moving the pancake from the frying pan to the plate on counter.

"Long enough to witness your weird butt swaying around," I walk closer to the counter and stare at the delicious pancakes on the plate.

My stomach growls loudly.

He chuckles softly as he runs his long fingers on his messy hair then winks, "I'll take that as you're very hungry." he pivots on his heel to put the frying pan in the sink and I cannot move my gaze from his sexy back.

What the hell Azu?

I let out a loud exhale and let my head drops low on the counter. I might be virgin but healthy back like Deo's is my kink. When he's done with his cook, he hands me a small fork and I take it. Carefully cutting the pancake with the fork and once some of the pancake seperated from the others, I land it inside of my mouth in quick and savour the wondrous pancake.

Damn, this guy can cook.

I can't help it myself but moaning loudly when I devour the next pancake without forgetting the maple syrups and Deo is staring at me while placing both of his palms on the counter as I notice a hint of mischievous smirk on his face.

"Are you that hungry?" He asks as he turns around to place his pancake on another plate from the frying pan and sits in front of me.

I decide to ignore his question and instead asking him another one, "You can cook?"

"Ha ha, what a smooth way to change our subject. I almost fell for it," I shoot him a glare. "I guess you haven't eat anything since the fire."

My heart drops to my stomach.