Out of her league

Chapter 56

Tanya's POV

I actually realised that I have serious trust issues. Maybe I'm not very normal. But whatever.

I should really change. Oh, shut up.

     Trying to block off useless thoughts were getting really hard. I was lazily sprawling on the sofa, still trying to find the most comfortable position. Oh god. I was watching 'say yes to the dress' while munching a bowl of popcorn like the complete loser that I actually am. It was funny and ironic to watch it since I'm never going to get married but it's nice to see people being excited and getting choosy over the wedding dress that they want. I mean why would you be so choosy over a dress that you are only going to wear for one day? Or do people actually reuse it? But a white dress would be just fine anyway... I have never had such a comfortable evening ever since I had that co-tenant. Fortunately, he went out for dinner and won't be here any soon because he just went out. It will take him at least an hour. I think?

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     Who's the idiot who keeps disturbing me in my sleep? A woman needs her quality time of sleep and it's strictly prohibited for anyone to disturb her during her sleep. But I managed to squint my eyes through to find a pair of familiar golden brown eyes staring right back at me. Am I having an illusion? I opened my eyes again; properly this time to find Sid right in front of me. With his cheeks rested on his fists and his arms resting on the sofa. He was sitting on the ground near the couch. He raised his other hand to wave. "Hello sleeping beauty, I'm back," he chuckled. Oh. And that was all it took me to sober up and get up from my sleeping position. God... I really hope I wasn't drooling. "Oh, and by the way, you might want to wipe the drool off your face," he smirked while trying to sound serious. What an A-hole? "Shut it, everyone drools when they sleep," I scoffed again and tried to hide my embarrassment. "Oh really? I didn't know... what made you drool so much though? Was it me?" He questioned with playful tone laced in his voice.

     "Shut up," my voice went a pitch high as I said that and it sounded like Minnie Mouse gone high. Why, God, why? And my high pitch voice may have been partly due to the fact that what he said was true. I was dreaming of us going out on a date to a fine dining restaurant for dinner. It wasn't anything bad. It was an innocent dream. Except that we kissed. And it was so good. It was a stupid dream, all right? I am an idiot. I felt blood rushing up to my cheeks and ears. This was definitely going to be suspicious for him. I stood up getting ready to scoot away to my room but that was when he stood up too. "Tanya, why do you look a deer caught in the headlights again?" He was wiggling his eyebrows and nearing me. "N-no I'm perfectly normal," I got my feet moving when he grabbed my wrist to prevent me from going.

    "Why are you running away from me every time?" His tone sounded serious. Was he going to confront me? I felt the urge to look at him in the eyes and understand what he had in mind. No, don't look. Nonono- I turned to look at him anyway. His eyes held confusion and concern for me. Peering into the depths of his affectionate eyes cocooned me with the feeling of protection, freedom and trust. My heart was starting to feel that weird kind of pleasure. The kind of feeling when your heart feels heavy and vulnerable but it's like a guilty pleasure. And then he chuckled.

"You want to watch TV?"

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     I made him watch 'Say yes to the dress'. And he still hasn't stopped complaining over my "poor" choice of favourite TV shows. At least I don't rejoice over watching animal getting hunted down by other animals. And those kind of stupid Tv shows are his favourite and I am definitely not going to watch that.

I was trying not to chuckle watching his annoyed face. He was sprawled on one end of the sofa while I was sprawled on the other end of it. "Tanya.." he dragged. "Yeah?" I tried, expecting a question from him. "When do you want to marry someone?" He questioned. My heart skipped a beat. What was that? "How am I supposed to know that? It will just happen..." I replied with a strangled-sounding voice. "Ohh... tell me more! I need more details Tanyaa! Like when? Where? How do you want it to be?" He tried again.

"As if I'll marry someone," my mumble was not supposed to be heard; but he heard it anyway. "What? You're not going to marry anyone? Why?" He questioned.

Can he stop with these annoying questions?

"Stop annoying me with your questions. I don't want to answer you. You can continue asking me questions if you don't want me to watch the TV with you," my reply made him even more confused but he turned his concentration on the TV anyway.

"You're like a ticking time bomb getting triggered at unexpected times," he mumbled a bit too loudly and I couldn't help with the scoff that escaped my lips.

"But I like it," he turned and smiled at me.

"SHUT up," my snap brought his attention away from me. But not before his signature chuckle.