Summer Before Her (Completed)

28-The Sun's Rhythm

Kirsten's POV

Still half asleep, I felt the sunlight caressing my face, trying to force me awake. I groaned and burrowed my face deeper into the sheets, only to have my arm come in contact with a something warm and hard yet human, more like someone.

My eyes fluttered open at this realization to my find a green pair looking at me.

"Good morning" he whispered, a smile slipping on to his face between the words.

Why were we in bed? Are we still at Seth's? What happened last night? Why do I want to kiss him? Why am I in my underwear? Where is my skirt?

His fingers touched my chin tilting my face towards him, my eyes now trained on his.

"We went for a swim last night and you were cold and needed company" and just like that all my questions were answers, my worries faded away as I drowned into the sea of mysteries hidden behind those green orbs.

"Breakfast and Project?" he asked, suddenly pulling himself up into a seated posture.

"Yes, That. Sure, let's do that" I murmured awkwardly. What did I think was going to happen? He probably doesn't even see me like that.

He sat there with his back turned towards me, his head angled towards the ceiling. Each muscle in his back defined, sculpted as if God's himself worked on this piece of perfection.

I definitely liked him, there was no denying it. One doesn't just appreciate someone's existence to this extent without planning a dream wedding with them in their head.

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"Eat," he asked of me, sitting by the window of the breakfast bar.

"No, I don't feel hungry" I responded as I played with the hem of

"for the last time Eat, Ki" he begged.

"You haven't had anything substantial since yesterday lunch" he continued.

"Yeah, but I am not hungry" I reasoned.

"Will your parents kill me for not feeding you?" he questioned

"No, they will feed us till we can't eat"

"Ah, I am good then," he said, pulling the stack of pancake stacks away from me as he dug in.

"Speaking about parents, we are having this Fastelaven party this weekend, there will be candy, food and my mother needs to meet the 'lad', you should come" I eagerly asked.

"Am I special or do all your friends get an Invite?"

"Get off your high horse, lad. Natalie and a few other girls will be there, you should bring Seth too"

"So what is this Fastel...  , are you Swedish or something?" he enquired, mouthing his last bit of pancake as he called the waiter over and asked for coffees.

"Its Danish, my mother is Danish, we try to keep the traditions alive" I explained.

"Niceee.." he awkwardly dragged the word.

The table fell silent after that, the occasional slurp of the sip of coffee, or the clang of the rim of the cup hitting the table were the only sounds heard as we both stared out of the window, trying to rejuvenate our brain cells by feeding it caffeine.

" you are Arabic, right?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes, my mother was" he spoke softly.

The conversation died again, as his face mirrored a stone, this was perhaps not something he liked to talk about.