My boyfriend's colleague

Chapter Seven

Mila opened her eyes.

It was bright, and her head felt like breaking into pieces. What had happened?

She faced right to look for her phone, and there- she saw him.

Soundly asleep, facing her direction- she slowly tilted her head, and stared at Martin.

He had such long lashes, and pink lips. She could see the little pores and freckles in his face, probably from going out to the sea so much. His hair almost shone under the sunlight invading through the tiny spaces from curtains that she didn't bother to arrange.

His face frowned, and Mila looked away. She heard a yawn, and a poke on her shoulder.

She carefully turned to his direction, and their eyes met.

"Uhh.. Mila.. I must have fallen asleep. I'm sorry for staying too long.." he whispered.

"It's fine, I didn't realize too." She answered, because honestly, she didn't remember a thing after what happened. And then it all hit her. Something had happened between them last night.

Her face blushed. Martin sat up, and looked back at Mila- who was still laying down with the blankets on her. She gave an awkward smile, and Martin stood up and wore his shirt and pants abruptly.

"Uh, you needed help with your things, right?" he asked. She blinked.

"I guess so.." she yawned and smiled.

"I'll wait in the kitchen.. do you want breakfast?" he asked.

"Sure, let me get changed first." She answered, and Martin left the room.

She quickly got up, and grabbed her pajamas, and some shorts she left in the closet.

She fixed her hair, and went out the room. Martin was lurking in the refrigerator, and looked at her when she came out.

"There's probably not much in there, Martin.." she said.

"Yea, some eggs, and a bread.." he laughed.

"Let me make some omelet..?" Mila shyly smiled.

"Sure, please, let me know if you need any help." He answered.

He went to the living room, and sat down, and took out his phone.

Mila stopped staring, and started to cook.

She batted some eggs, and put some bread into the toaster, and reached for glasses in the cupboard. She took them out, and put them on the counter, which was the only decent place they could eat. Martin looked at her, and their eyes met. Mila blushed, and smiled awkwardly.

Martin loved looking at her this way, the shy smile and the awkward giggle. It made his heart race. He sighed. He felt like he was taking advantage of a vulnerable person. He had genuine feelings for her, and if only the timing hadn't been so wrong, it would have been perfect to hold her in his arms.

I'm overthinking again... he thought.

He stood up and approached Mila. He saw her back turned, cooking eggs, and the sound of the cooking, the toaster with toasted bread on top, and the smell of mango juice on the counter- he suddenly remembered yesterday's mango juice incident. He giggled, and then he stared at her back, smiling. He was falling in love with this girl. She was much younger than him, but he never felt like he was talking to a young girl, she was so mature and responsible for her age.

Mila turned back and looked up at him.

"Do you need anything?" she asked.

"No, no I came to help." He answered.