Love Is Amazing When Found

34. Cleo.

Mackenna's POV

I rummaged through my clothes looking for something to wear. I don't know but I felt I needed to wear something...I don't know...sexy?

When my gaze fell on a black crop top, I picked it up and paired it with a pair of skinny blue jeans. I smirked at bit and put on the outfit. Later, I packed the needed books into my bag.

Putting on a blue hoodie, I picked up my car keys from my desk and left my room. Securely locking my door, I went downstairs and left the house to my car.

I sat in, ignited the engine and drove over to Angelo's house. When I got to his house, I dragged myself out of my car and stood before his door.

I inhaled, exhaled and rung the doorbell. I waited for a bit and his sister opened the door.

"Oh hey there." She grinned. Yup, she definitely had no idea what was going on.

"Um..hi, is Angelo in?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's in his room." She said paving way for me to enter.

"What are you doing here?" She giggled wriggling her brows and I felt cheeks heat rise onto my cheeks.

"I'm here for..um..tutor lessons...yeah." I stuttered.

"Sureeeee." She slurred and ambled away.

I glanced at the staircase and climbed it. Every step I took, my heart thumped against my ribcage and my palms got sweaty. When I reached his door, I gathered my hair and tied it into a messy bun.

I groaned, destroyed the bun and picked up a ribbon from my bag and tied a proper bun. What the fuck was I doing?

I blew out a breath and knocked on his door.

"Yeah, come in." His deep voice muffled and my breath hitched in my throat. My fingers rustled as I slowly opened his door and stepped inside.

His muscular bare back was standing in front of me whiles he was drying his hair with a towel. The muscles on his back flexed and contracted with every movement he made to dry his hair.

"So what's the issue, Cleo?" He asked not turning around.

Cleo? Who the fuck was Cleo?

"Cleo?" He asked. Immediately he turned around, I went back and my body stopped on the door. His silky black hair was dishevelled onto his forehead and the water trickled down his chest. My chest started heaving when my eyes powled from the centre of his bare chest downwards to his well defined abs.

I then shifted my eyes to his. He had a faint smirk on his lips as I leaned my hands on the door.

"Oh.Barbie, you're here for your..um..tutor lessons right?" The asked still ruffling his hair with the towel and blush stained my cheeks.

"Sit here." He motioned towards his desk. My feet trembled as I walked over to his desk and slouched into one of the chairs. I looked at his table, there were journals arranged at a side with a container full of pens and pencils in it.

I felt his movement behind me and my eyes widened when he sat next to me, still bare on the chest. I tucked an imaginary hair behind my ear and looked through my bags for the necessary books. I could hardly concentrate because his shower gel was intruding my thinking.

So the assignment that Mr. Jurado gave us was to write a romantic love poem, which I had no idea about how to write it. Maybe it was because literature was not my thing.

I passed the books to Angelo and stared at them, not wanting to meet his eyes. I was afraid that if I looked at him, I might not be able to concentrate, especially when he was bare chested.

He brought out a foolscap sheep and a pen. Later he placed them before me.

Let the awkwardness begin!

"So um...Barbie?" He called and I lifted my eyes to meet his. "If you want to write a romantic love poem.." He began looking at the sheet before me. My body felt hot all over, maybe it was because of the hoodie I was wearing. Take it off. My mind ordered. Angelo's gaze was on the sheet before him so I slowly removed the hoodie and pulled down the crop top but it barely covered my belly.

I heard a sharp intake in breath when I removed the ribbon out of my hair and my bun fell onto my shoulders. I looked at Angelo who was looking intently at me but when I raised a brow at him, he cleared his throat and continued.

"You have to get the meaning of what romance, is.." He paused.

"Are you listening?" He asked in a low tone as he caught me looking at him, more specifically, his bare chest.

"That's none of your business, all you have to do is tutor me, let me understand so that I can get the hell out of here." I snapped, my face flushing.

"But..you have to be listening so that you can understand." He reasoned in that same low deep tone which made my heart thump.

''Am I right or am I right?" He asked grazing the back of his hand on my cheek.

"Don't touch me!" I warned slapping his hand away and hurt flashed in his eyes. Exactly what I wanted to see.

"Moving on." He sighed softly and I looked at the wall in front of me.
"Romance is a feeling of suspense that is associated with love.." He trailed off.

"Barbie." I felt him squeeze my hand. I gasped an looked at him. His face looked vulnerable. I looked back at my hand and jerked it out of his hold. I sprang onto my feet and leaned the front of my body on the wall.

I didn't think I could survive the next few minutes again in the same room, with my ex. I froze immediately when I sensed the scent of shower jel, indicating that Angelo was staring right behind me.

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