Out of her league

Chapter 57

Tanya's POV

It was a peaceful Sunday evening and I was busy watching cupcake wars. Sometimes, I feel like I should be worried about myself because I do judge myself for constantly watching such lame shows... but they are not as lame as people comment it to be though?...Yep, I definitely am worried about myself. I had actually made some progress in my culinary skills because I just made a bowl of popcorn and it's actually edible. So I made myself even more occupied by munching on to it while watching my Favourite show. Damn, I'm so busy. Apparently, Sidd had this annual office event that he had to go to and told me he would only be coming back in the evening. Which is now. Ew. Really? I thought you wanted to see him? Okay well it was good to have some time for myself. But currently I was quite bored and wouldn't mind the company of that irritating idiot. Just when I spoke of the devil, the jingling of the keys were heard.

       He entered and blocked my sight of the television. His wavy hair was slightly tousled and only half of his sky blue formal shirt was tucked into his black pants. He folded his full hand sleeves to the length of his elbows. "Hello Tanya, its nice to see you again! Have you missed me?" His eyes were twinkling with mischief and his smile held a tinge of amusement. "You do know that I can still watch the TV because you are doing a terrible job at blocking it right?" I questioned as his expression slowly changed into a pout. And then he brightened up with his mischievous smirk and started approaching me. Oh no, what was he going to do? He was standing right in front of me. Really? "Is that all you can do? I just have to tilt my head you idiot," his face morphed into one of mock frustration as he tried to block my tilting head with his palms. This is so stupid. "Okay I have agreed that you are qualified to be a nuisance. Now can you move I have to see the the winner!" I sounded so stupid. This whole thing is stupid. I had to crane my neck to look up and meet his eyes. Such a tiring job. I could feel my eyes narrowing into tiny slits and his amused smile just got wider. I was supposed to look angry. What is so amusing about that? His hand slowly raised up and...ruffled my hair. DID HE JUST DO THAT? But before I could burn him with my hot fury, he decided to run away to his room to shower. Good choice.

And cupcake wars ended.

I swear I hate that idiot. But he still manages to impress me with his cuteness. URGH.

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And he was sitting beside me in his all glory; the light scent of lemongrass wafting through the air. Out of all the other days, he had to decide to sit beside me and not at the corner of the couch today. And I honestly felt like a creep but I couldn't stop myself from stealing glances at him. I could see the little strands of hair peeking out on his forehead as he gently shoved it back with his fingers yet again, making me swoon yet again. I really have to learn to control myself. I was still looking at him through my peripheral vision so he may not have noticed it yet but I was really tempted to just turn to the side and directly admire every part of him. Okay Tanya, you really sound like a pedo. Just when I turned my eyes to the side to steal a peek at him for the umpteenth time, I heard a voice saying, "I caught that, sweetheart". Oh. No. He switched off the TV and faint light in the living room highlighted the edges of his perfectly sculpted face. "What? Did you catch a fly in your mouth?" That was my terrible attempt to cover up those creepy stares. He turned his face to the side and peered into my eyes. His brown eyes had those magical speckles of shine to them and they looked they could convey more than thousand words with ease. A corner of his lips quirked up and I came to a realisation that he was smirking at me. Idiot. How were his lips so pink by the way? Did he wear lipstick? I mean there was nothing wrong with that, I was just curious. Wait, those lips were approaching my face...

"It's okay, I'm all yours," the whisper gave me goosebumps and I jerked back a bit. But that happened to be a bad decision because his chin touched my shoulders, making me feel even more vulnerable. Like as if I was going to fall into something. I didn't want to feel anything deeper than mere attraction. And it should not be mutual. Because that kind of relationship will only bring me more pain and insecurities. I am not ready for this. I will never be ready for it. Why did I ever confess to him? I didn't want to but I turned back to his eyes to find something overwhelming in them. I never knew that the magical specks in his eyes could get any brighter until then. A gentle yet deep emotion dwelled in the chocolate depth of his eyes. No. I was afraid to look deeper. What if they were not true? I did not see anything. That was nothing. I turned away. I had to go. Go now. Don't look.

As I moved forward to get myself off the couch, I felt a hand extend, holding on to the armrest on the other side of me. I was trapped. "Why don't you just let me go?" I turned back to him again. His thick eyebrows furrowed for a second. His chest was almost touching my arms and I could feel his heat course through me. This is getting harder. I don't want to be here. Confusion. That feeling of heart contracting. The weird feeling in the stomach because of the utter confusion that my body and mind was experiencing. I hate it. "Why would I?" He voiced. His hands left their initial position and placed themselves on my cheeks. It took me a moment to regain my breath. "What's stopping you?" He questioned. I couldn't stop a teardrop from escaping out of my eye.

"I'm scared," I answered.