Romira

Chapter - 22

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Akira

My mouth decides to blurt out before I could stop it, "You remember that?"

His eye flashes and lips thin in angry line but he replies passively, "Yes. I remember everything." Emphasizing on everything.

How can he be angry, calm and severe at the same time?

I can't decide whether I should be happy that he remembers everything or angry that he still left after 'that everything' because I know that was kind of special and those moments mean something to me, although I whole heartily want to deny it.

But I can't, it's memorised in my brain.

"Why did you leave?" I ask, wanting to know the answer of the question that has me stressed since yesterday morning.

He eyes twitch a little, a sign of hesitation, I assume. I'm quite sure he hasn't seen this coming but composes himself as quickly, "I thought you wouldn't want me there." It does not sounds like a lie but I can't help and think there is more of it than he is telling me.

'Why' word is on tip of my tongue begging to come out but I let it go and I don't think he'd tell me even if I asked him.

Anyway half truth is better than a lie.

No, it's not.

"Uh, how is your hand? Does it still hurt?" I try to ask in a normal voice and succeed. I point down, watching his hand which is now bandage free showing just horrible swelling.

I fight back a wince at the site.

He looks down to his hand before shrugging carelessly, "Nothing that I can't handle." He says in his low husky voice that always manage to weaken my knees.

Christ!

Okay.

Damn.

I need to leave.

Like right now.

He's getting in my head again and I don't think it'd be best to grant him that permission.

I nod evenly. "That's great, I guess. I gotta g-"

"Ray."

He interrupts me from further speaking, staring deep in my eyes with an unfathomable emotion burning behind those grey eyes.

Oh I like it when he calls me Ray!

My inner self grunts in annoyance.

I look at him in confusion, silently asking question through my eyes.

As though reading it, he clears his throat and gaze around, looking momentarily uncomfortable as speaks, "Go out with me."

What?

I think I'm hearing things.

Or did I hear him correct?

Did he really just ask me out?

Order! He does not ask, he just gives order.

Go out? As in date?

Feeling shocked, stupefied I ask dimly, "What?"

At my shocked and dumb question, he slightly regains his demeanor, standing straight. Once again trying to appear like cocky, confident and arrogant King but there is still a glint of fear behind those grey orbs.