Trust You [TRUE STORY]

Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Maplin Electronics day (2)

I WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING WITH YASSEF'S ARM AROUND MY NECK. I figured I must've shuffled around a lot last night if he turned out to all of a sudden be behind me and his arm around my neck. I slept peacefully too, not remembering a single bathroom break. By the time I woke up and realized our position, I immediately had the need to go back to sleep. There was absoltuely no way I was going to stay awake while he slept. His soft inhales and exhales hitting my back.

I felt itchy on my arm but the arm that was itchy was the arm I was sleeping on. If I moved and turned around so that both of our faces faced each other, I wouldn't be able to do it without waking him up. But because I couldn't handle how itchy it was, I quietly and gently moved around. And when he stayed sleepy and not a sound came, I instantly itched my arm and felt successful.

But that all stopped when Yassef blinked a couple of times to open his eyes. He kept them low and tired, still contemplating weather or not he wanted to wake up or go back to sleep. From Yesterday, he looked so tired and sleepless. After now, his face brightened up and seemed a bit energetic.

When he saw me, he spoke "What day is it today?" His voice deep and attractive.

I bit my tongue, "Friday."

His eyes widened, "Shit."He got up almost immedietly, ran to his closet, grabbed a handful of his clothes and then ran to the washroom as if the things I did for him last night never happened.

Even though all I really did was give him tylenol, a cup of water and his sweater, It was still good enough. He can't even take care of himself and I concluded that from Yesterday.

I sat up in bed, looking at the bathroom door that he had entered a couple of seconds ago. He didn't even give me a proper good morning or at least a 'thank you for coming home last night and healing me from my fever' even though Allah (S.W.T) was the only one who healed him. It's the least he could do right? Thank me.

After two minutes, he came out looking fresh. It was obvious that he couldn't have taken a shower in only two minutes. But he definetly washed his face, cleaned himself a little bit, put cream on and then walked straight out the washroom with his clothes on. He wore a dark blue shirt, black loose jeans and a gold watch that suited him perfectly. While he struggled to put on his tie, he looked at me.

"Good Morrow. Thanks for coming back yesterday" He broke eyecontact to look himself in the mirror, "It was nice having someone by my side yesterday."

There it was. My good thankfulness, "Your welcome." Our beds stayed connected. To be honest, our beds looked better connected than separated. It looks like it should stay the way it is right now.

He looked back at me, "So you remember that offer I had up for you? The one where I can hire you as my second assistant aside from the blonde?"

Oh shoot. I bit my tongue trying to answer, "Yeah?"

"Well maybe if you come later. . . to my work or something. . . then we can get things over with sooner?" His lips parted into a smile and his white straight teeth brightened the room.

I Blinked, "What?"

"The offer." He repeated, "For you to pay for your college"

"Yeah I know it's just-" I cringed, "I don't really need that offer anymore."

How could I struggle to tell him something as easy and as simple as this? Just watch when I'll have to tell him that the blonde, his friend Estavan Willis, is working with me as well.