It Has Always Been You

Chapter 07

I slowly wake up, opening my eyes. The warmth from the rays of the sun that caressed the edge of my nose, the soft feeling from the mattress against my back and the warmth of the sheets lathering my bare skin felt comfortable enough to not stand, I yawned and stretched my legs. 'When was the last time I comfortably slept on this bed anyway?' The slight chill that crept to my feet left me snuggling comfortably on the sheets; I softly groaned, rolling over, burying my face to my pillows. 'This is too good.' I caught a whiff of the lavender scent from the humidifier and smiled.

I rolled over, facing front opening my lids slowly, feeling the bed beside me expecting someone to be there but ... 'there was no one.'

I sat up and panned my tired eyes inside the room. 'Was it all...?' I cupped my head, gently shaking my head and I took a deep breath immediately exhaling; the fleeting feeling of pain in my lower half should be a testament that it was not. 'But the fact that he was not here... it probably was?' I sighed, softly massaging my aching head.

The memories I had were too vivid: the heat from his body and his scent ... they seemed real – too real to be a dream. Deep inside, I'm just wishing it was not. Although it was probably because I long for him too much to know. I sighed and hanged my head, looking at the window just beside the bed.

I grabbed a shirt from the table beside the bed, wearing it before abruptly standing ... only to fall back, my knees shaking. 'Fuck.' I cursed to myself, blowing out air from my lips.

The attention that I lost was brought back by a creak from the front door. I turned to my bedroom door when I heard a thud followed by a hum echoing throughout the empty hallways. A familiar hum resonated in my ear, sending bolts of electricity through my spine, knitting a sense of melancholy to my gut. I clutched my chest, taking a few deep breathes. P'Bright.

"Oh! You're up?" I immediately wiped my tears off my eyes, looking at him going straight to the rack, leaving his jacket. "And I even planned to be back before you woke up." he took a few steps to my direction, smiling. He pulled off the sleeves of his black sweatshirt - that was probably in the clothes pile in the room - and kneeled before me.

"Are you ready?" he whispered on my ear; his arms on my back and on my legs. 'Don't tell me?'"One, two..." he took a deep breath before lifting me up. "Three..."

I let out a weird tone, my arms automatically wrapping around his nape. "What the fuck." I groaned, beaming at him as if telling him to: put me down. "P', I can walk."

"Yeah. I can see that." he grinned and remarked in a sarcastic tone. "Last night was so intense." he said, inching his face closer "There's no way you'd be okay after."

'Yeah, it was not some kind of vivid hallucination after all.'

"W...wha -!" I quickly averted my gaze off, my arms slowly folding to retreating to my side. I felt my cheeks burn, "I...I'm not some girl, P'!"

He broke out a chuckle, as it slowly turned into roars of laughter. "I know. I didn't say anything about you being one." he said in between his loud, sexy laughs, "I'm saying that ..." he stopped and stared at my eye before smiling,

"You don't have to do everything on your own again."
"I'm here so you can relax and count on me once more."

My heart thumped wildly in my chest, erasing the thoughts I had in my mind, leaving me speechless. I looked away and just left everything to whatever he wanted to do. I can never win against him anyway.