Is it love: Peter Bartholy

Chapter 12 Part 2 - Peter Pov

Peter Pov

Goodnight Peter....

The melodious sound still echoed in my ear as Zeva had closed the door to her room. That was a few minutes ago and I still hadn't hadn't moved myself far from the spot. resting my back to her door, I closed my eyes and inhaled. Her scent still teasingly lingered through the small cracks of the keyhole, daring me to enter.

Zeva was truly amazing.

Spending time with her had been...

Indescribable...

I don't know how she had done it but she had. In one simple gesture she had silenced my demons and salvaged my mishap, all without even batting an eye. Even when I made her cry, she still managed to make us both smile in the end.

She wasn't just a romantic, I found out she also had a sweet spot for poetry. And funny! Her laugh was contagious. I could listen to it for hours. All my troubled doubts seemed to evaporated into nothingness as the minutes trickled away. The minutes melted into hours and somehow we had ended up spending the better part of the day together, playing hooky in the library.

When She'd lock eyes with me, she'd look away, then her cheeks would flush with a faint pinkish glow that made her truly beautiful. Her smile seemed to brighten as time had passed and I was caught.

We had been by far the only people in the quiet library, but No one else mattered. Not to me. The only thing that mattered was the woman whose very presence had turned my life into a rollercoaster. Zeva.

I noticed she'd try to steal a few hidden glances too. Sometimes with this look in her eyes, that made me feel like I wasn't some sort of a failure or a monster. Like I was somehow a normal decent human being, someone worthy of her time.

We both knew better. That thought never truly left me.

Taking a deep breath I clenched my bag strap tightly, making my way to my room. The vibrations of my phone reminding me of the amount of messages I had already received. Most were from Nicolae.

Entering my cold, dark room, my eyes went directly to my piano. Half heartedly I threw my bag on my bed and made my way, catching something in my peripheral. I didn't even need to look to know who it was.

"You ever going to learn how to knock?"

Drogo - "Ever heard of answering your phone?"

"Nicolae already texted me about the old break in at the potions shop being a lead. So what you want?"

Drogo feigns a hurtful face, clearly noticing my sour tone.

Drogo -"To see if I could borrow my dear brothers notes from class today? I was sorta preoccupied with something else so a class or two might have slipped by. "

"Some thing Or some one? Wait.. No.... I don't want to know. And no. You'll have to wing it, like you always do.. brother."

I let my fingers glide across the keys, trying to immerse myself into some melody so I don't have to deal with him bragging. His persona practically reeked of sex and I didn't need to know the details of as of why. It was blatantly obvious.

Drogo - "Aww I'm hurt. Maybe I should go bother Zeva?"

"She won't help you either."

I growled a little too possessively snapping my head towards him. His face said it all, making me cursed at myself inwardly. How could I have fallen for one of Drogos games? His smile already stretched from ear to ear. The mischief just seeped off him as his hand went for his front pocket.