I Only Ever Had Eyes For You (Peraya/KristSingto)

All this while...I've been loving you

Singto's POV

I looked at him, sleeping in my arms, looking as serene and peaceful as I'd want him to be forever. I lightly brushed his hair away from his face before slowly picking him up bridal style and taking him to my bedroom. If anything, after all the drama that went down, he deserved a little sleep. After placing him in the bed, I traced his facial features with my fingers, my thoughts going back to the past few days that I've spent with him.

The first time I had seen him, all breath was knocked out of me. How could someone be this breath-taking? From his milky white skin to his perfect red lips, he looked like he had walked out of some angels nest. I was there in the room when P'Jane had introduced him but too frozen to introduce myself until I grabbed the opportunity of spending some more time with him. I knew my actions shocked him, hell they even shocked my own self, but with him I am a completely different person. I am a very reserved person, I hardly open up around strangers but the first time I laid eyes on him, I only wanted to be bold and be all me in front of him. His mere presence somehow brought that calm to me, that relaxation and safety that I needed to open up to him. That day when I had come back home, I sat through the night thinking only about him. I had promised myself to learn more about the beautiful human that was so easily bringing out the real Singto in me around him.

The next day when he was straight forward trying to avoid me, it had pricked my heart. I had no idea why. At first, I thought it was because of my bold actions earlier and it had made me realize how much of a fool I was to intimidate him with my sudden interest but when he still didn't give into my pleading looks and constantly attention-seeking attitude, I decided to confront him. I remember how I had just hugged him and that hug brought out so many feelings in me. I felt so warm, in years. His fragrance had caught me off-guard and I wanted to bask in it, I remember sniffing onto it more than just once in hopes to completely print it on my mind. And when he had promised me to not do anything like that again, my joy was inexplicable. I had made my move on him right there and then because I knew he was slowly securing his place in my heart.

And when he had approached me in my worse times, I couldn't help but break down in front of him. It had left me in more than just a perplexed state as well. How did I break down and spit out all my worries in front of a man I had not even known for a whole of two days? And worse, I wasn't even feeling panicky about it, instead I felt good like a burden had been lifted off my shoulders. He had helped me, he consoled me, he gave me love and at that moment, he had made me realize that I could trust him, with so much more. For me, him being there meant more than anything. He didn't back off, he stayed. He allowed me to let it out and then he reminded me of the right path with the most right words. Unlike so many of my other bad days, that was the day my tears were not wiped away by the hems of my t-shirt but rather cleaned by his soft touch and endearing whispers.

The morning when he had laid down all the plans he had devised for me, I was honestly star struck. He was a genius and he was my genius. I felt so thankful to him, so so thankful. Although, I always felt he avoided me for some reason from the very first day, but his care and devotion was unmatchable. He was the kindest, most generous human I had met. He did all that for me, he made an effort for me and that meant the world to me.

The first time I heard him sing, it was more than just a melody to my ears, he touched my heart. He reminded me of my mae. How she used to sing to me before I would go to sleep. Every single action of his was slowly but surely making its way to my heart.
Our first coffee was suprisingly pleasant. I had heard him moan and I had stiffened at the sound. I had no idea why but it was such a turn on. Most importantly, I was glad he liked what I chose for him.

Him being oblivious to Khun Ginny's jealousy was the cutest. He helped me with getting her off my back and he danced with me. His movements, how his body glided on the floor, how his arms sweeped and how his skin touched mine everytime we accidentally fell out of place. I remember everything inch by inch. When I had neared his ear and taken in the apple scent he wore that day. He was gleaming, he was a happy soul and that made me happy. She was obviously jealous of him. He was a masterpiece, a work of art. His energy was unattainable and his kind face was always smiling. Anyone would be jealous of him.