Part 9

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She could still feel the soft pressure of his lips against hers, her hand resting on his strong chest while his hand grasped her other hand. The scent of his cologne still lingered in her mind just as the picture of him in the clean cut black suit. A smile carved up her lips as she rolled over her bed and a loud thud announced her fall out - out from the bed and onto the cold hard floor.

The bright light from the morning sun glared at her, pulling her back to reality. Sighing, she closed her eyes for a while more, savoring the memories of the previous night before she pulled herself off the floor and hauled herself into the shower. 

She was lost in thoughts when she realized she was still at home and not at the cafe. Bewildered, she picked her sling bag off the floor and made her way out. Her heart pounded strongly against her chest as she got closer to the cafe, her mind wondering what mood he would be in today. 

She walked in to the cafe, the fragrance of coffee welcoming her. Her eyes fell upon their usual spot and there he was, his usual tousled dark hair and a dark blue jumper, the image of his back easily recognized by her. As if sensing her presence, he tore his eyes away from his book and turned around, his green eyes falling on her while his lips curved up to a smile. 

She felt her cheeks heating up as she made her away to their table. Taking her usual seat, her eyes tried to look everywhere else but him, unsure why she felt exceptionally shy. 

"Hi," he said, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

"Hello," she managed, her eyes meeting his. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, a chuckle threatening to make an appearance. 

Feeling ridiculous, she looked down at her knotted fingers and chuckled before nodding. 

"Hey," she heard him cooed before feeling his warm fingers under her chin, pulling her face back up to his view. 

She frowned when their eyes met, their faces inches apart. She could feel her cheeks go crimson red and her heartbeat speeding. As if noticing it too, he leaned in and plant a sweet chaise kiss on her pink lips, warming her up. "Hello," he whispered against her lips after. 

"Hi," she breathed and bravely pecked his lips before he pulled back and settled on his seat, a satisfied smile on his angular face.

She looked at him, trying to gauge his mood. Happy and carefree, yes, she settled upon that. 

"Slept well?" he asked after a while of silence. 

She nodded at him and bit her lower lip. She wanted to know why he reacted the way he did the night before, but a part of her was telling her not to ask him for it would probably ruin his good mood. Being one that does not take suspense well and isn't very patient, she decided to ask him anyway.

"What happened last night?" she asked, her face wary.

His bright eyes darken and he looked away, a gray cloud looming over him already. His shoulders slumped and he ran a hand through his already messy hair. He shook his head and looked at her rather sternly before he flashed her a reassuring smile.

"Nothing important. I apologize if I scared you," he said softly, his eyes fixed on her, waiting for her reaction. 

She shook her head, creases forming on her forehead for she knew it wasn't nothing. It took her a moment to reply.

"What are you hiding from me?" she asked boldly.

The question took him by surprise. His eyes widen and for a moment, they stared at each other before he leaned back against his chair. He took yet another deep breath, something that was starting to irritate Arya because with another deep breath comes another meaningless reply.

Elijah looked out at the window, his eyes scanning the pedestrians walking. Some was rushing to their destination while others were taking a night stroll. Some minds wondered of tomorrow and some of yesterday. And then there's him in the cafe, battling with his want for her trust and his oath to secrecy. He himself could not comprehend of his feelings for this girl, yet there was something about her that reeled him in and got him hooked. He looked at her, her confused face waiting for some sort of explanation; one he cannot give.  

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