Romira

Chapter - 37

It's a very dangerous state. You are inclined to recklessness and kind of tune out the rest of your life and everything that's been important to you. It's actually not all that pleasurable. I don't know who the hell wants to get in a situation where you can't bear an hour without somebody's company.
~ Colin Firth
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Akira

I can't believe I just said that!

Holy Crap!

Why do I have to speak so bluntly?

I'm such an idiot.

I watch him, waiting for any reaction and I get one when his smile changes in a cocky smirk. Bending slightly, he whispers, "I'm glad you like what you see, though beautiful isn't the word I have been referred before but I guess I could endure it for you ."

Is he teasing me?

Not knowing how to response, I decide to tease back, "Surely it's not that hard to endure, is it?"

He cocks his head in denial, "No, it's not and even if it was, that wouldn't have stopped me from having what I want."

As he finishes, his eyes are intensified ten fold and I'm not sure if we are talking about same thing. Because he looks like he has something else on his mind.

Averting my eyes from his burning ones I let them roam around the room once more, "It's stunning." I tell him.

"Do you like it?" I hear him ask from my side and I notice how his voice has lost its cockiness replacing a hint nervousness in it.

I look back to him, giving him my most reassuring smile, "It is gorgeous, of course I like it. Whole yacht is beautiful, both from inside and out. It must have taken lots of effort to make it this amazing." I muse.

This time he gives me his full smile, the breathtaking dimple smile, and momentarily I'm blown away from it.

Jesus!

It takes me a second to recover from the impact of his boyish smile and only then I realize he is speaking, "Yes, it took me almost five months to make this ready. I had some help but I wanted to do it by own. Interiors and engine were hard to come with perfectly, most of the time I had to reverse it in order to get it right. One time it was even ready in time period of three month but it wouldn't start so I had to redo it. It doesn't matter how much time it took, what matters is result is favorable. I'm really glad that you like it."

"You made it?" I ask in surprise and in amazement.

His smile turns a little shy but proud, "Yeah, I guess you could say that. When I added construction into my business, I also took an interest in manufacturing. I designed it when I was eighteen."

I like when he states it in just a simple way without bragging or bloating himself. He says is so kindly like it doesn't matter that he has made a beautiful yacht at the age of eighteen.

Smiling widely, I gush, "That's amazing. This place is a real beauty, Romero. It truly gives the impression of your hard work."

It is true though.

I can even see it through his eyes how much work and effort he did to make it look the way it's now.

And I love the way his eyes gets all shining when he speaks about the subject of his passion. His eyes holds a certain credible light that just is impossible to ignore. His expression turns in one of his concentrating face. He looks like a kid who just found his recent obsession.

I come out of my thoughts when he suddenly grabs me hand and pull me toward him, "Come here", he says, leading me toward that oval shaped table.

Like the gentleman he is, he pulls out a chair for me to sit. Once my butt is on the soft material of table, he, himself, sits on the seat opposite of me. Taking out his phone, he types something on it before putting it back on the table.