HIGHWAY

23

How crazy it was.

The person who was just making you feel like a goddess one moment was now clutching your skin so tightly that left you crying silently.

After the round that we played in the balcony last night in the rain, I was tied, dead tired now. He picked me up and draped me in sheets. I lied to him that I wasn't tired but he didn't listen and started to walk away. Grabbing his hand, I stopped him and he turned around forming up a ghostly dark silhouette standing in front of me, only the ghost was gorgeous.

Only, now I started to look at it in a different way, in a way which was dangerous but dangerously good.

He stepped forward and pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead "I'll be right back". And he buttoned up a shirt while walking out the door leaving me sitting alone in the bed. The rain outside subdued, leaving only cold wind flowing through the balcony. I shivered and wrapped the blanket tighter around me.

I wasn't really sure where did Jon head to at this hour the only acceptable place I could tell myself was to meet his sister.

But at this time? After sex? No probably not.

Suppressing a yawn, rather than laying down on the super comfortable looking bed, which I made this morning because Jon told the staff not to bother with room service unless called, I got up and walked around the room aimlessly.

It was now after that eavesdropping yesterday did my thoughts got a chance to drift to something which shook ne to the core. The fact, that my family had declared me dead. I have no idea what was going on and what was the reason for them for doing so. The only acceptable explanation about this was, they looked for me everywhere but at the end when they didn't find me they accepted that I was dead, at least very much dead in their lives. But the way I heard my so called cousin talking, it seemed like they were planning a ceremony for which she and everyone was required seeing the fact that Sky was to fly back to the town soon too. My anger started to boil again when his name struct me, I thanked god that he was not the one I fell in love with, I would have been devastated. I thanked god, for the fact that I have never fell in love and never got a chance to feel what that blasted thing was. I hoped I would not feel that thing ever in my life.

There was a click and the door opened again to reveal Jon standing there in his joggers, a half unbuttoned T-shirt, messy hair, his tanned skin looking like dark chocolate, his jaw line sharp and there were two cups in his hand.

Maybe, I should hope harder because I can feel myself slipping a little bit.

He walked towards me and handed me one.

Hot chocolate. My favourite.

Then we sat down on the floor with our backs resting against the bed and our faces towards the balcony. We didn't say a word before, just kept sipping our drinks watching the night sky falling in with it's dark demure just similar to Jon's.

"Thank you for this" Raising my cup towards him, I referred.

He nodded without looking at me, his eyes looking outside towards balcony with his brain running on hot wheels on the highway, thinking something I would never know but something I did want to.

And hence, the next thing came out of my mouth before I could stop it.

"What are you thinking?"

Instead of giving a straight answer he gave a small smile still not looking at me but this time, his cup. The way the lifht gleemed in face, it only made his smile look precious, something he contained and did his best to reserve it. My god, it was beautiful. "I do you one better, Why do you ask too many question?"