He mended my Broken Heart

Chapter 1

I stareddown and didn't dare to look up.

 "C'mon! Take it.”

His cool low voice drew shivers to me; it was enough to make me curious who the man was and look up to him. I saw a beautiful face looking down at me, his brown eyes locked with mine, he smiled and then I saw him hand the shirt again.

 "You look so pale." He said straight looking at me and his smile washed away.

He bent down and grabbed my hand.

"I said . . .” he looked straight to my eye, he was so close! 

Who is he?

 "Take this."

 I just stared at him with awe. He was really handsome, his face was so flawless, he was fair skinned, and he looked so hot with his neck and sleeveless soaking with sweat. His triceps and biceps were enough to make him look like an athlete. His nose was perfectly placed in his beautiful face, and his eyes. .  His brown eyes were staring at me. What?!

"You find me attractive, don't you?" he smirked and I looked down with embarrassment. I was just looking at him.

 "I can sit beside you, right? I need some rest." he sat beside me and I felt like he was staring at me, so I glanced at him and then I saw him smile widely making his dimples on his right cheek obvious.

"You're checking me out again for the second time. Do I really look good?" he chuckled and looked down at the shirt I'm holding.

His brows crinkled, "I didn't ask you to wear that. . ." he stopped and scrolled his eyes in the park we were in.

"I've been circling the park, from the first round jogging until this 10th you were still here. I thought you were crying, and . . . . uhm.. You are. And I wanted to hand you a handkerchief to make it look romantic and sweet but I didn't have one with me, so yeah, my shirt could do well. Just wipe that sweat on your eyes."

He tried to give me a sweetest smile and looked back at me. But I was still quite, I couldn't utter a word.

"Do you have some speaking problem?" he looked seriously at me.

"No." I said softly then looked down again, I felt too nervous when he stared or looked at me.

 He sighed, "Oh God! You talk!" he grinned and looked at me again.

"So lady? I've already told you why I handed you my shirt. Could you please use it now? Or do you want me to take it back?"

I studied what he said for a while and then handed him his white shirt again.

"I'm okay" I uttered, but he slid closer to me and grabbed his shirt.

"Stubborn!" he raised his voice a bit. He unfolded the shirt and placed his left hand at the back of my head.

 I freaked out in my mind. What is he doing?!

"I'm not gonna kill you, but please be still.” he rubbed the shirt in my face, he wiped the traces of tears in my cheeks and the sweat around my forehead. I wanted to let go of the act, but myself didn't allow me, maybe I needed someone to lean unto today, or was I flirting?

Oh no! Of course not! I've just seen my boyfriend. . the scene went through my sight again, making my eyes shed tears again.

"Whoa! Wait! Did I hit your eyes?" He looked concerned now, but I didn't answer him. The man pulled back

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" he looked nervous with the way he fidgeted his fingers in his lap.

"No." I shook my head. And wipe the fresh tears.