In Piece And Pieces (Completed)

Chapter 20

Macy clasped her hands to her chest and took a deep breathe.
'It's now or never Macy'. She half whispered to herself.
She raised her hand to knock on the door,but still couldn't bring herself to.
She'd been standing there for three whole minutes,trying to muster the courage to go in there and tender the apology she'd been rehearsing for the past four days.
Today made it eight days since she'd practically shouted him out of her room. Eight days since the only words they ever exchanged were the good mornings and evenings. Eight days since she's been waking up to a tray of breakfast by her bedside and no sign of the man who'd prepared them. Eight days since she'd woken up to a big suitcase of various cloth items and the man who'd provided them had given her zero chance to voice her gratitude.
Her ankle had healed speedily,such that she no longer needed the services of the clutches. These past few days,all she'd been able to do was sit and mope. Two days ago,she'd carefully toured the house and it's environment and had discovered what a beauty it really was.
The days before that were spent on reading every single novel and articles she'd found.
She was beginning to get frustrated with the stretch of silence and unspoken words between them.
She'd been rehearsing an apology for days and yet hadn't been able to say the words to him.
It had all been her fault. The man had been nothing but gentle,caring and kind and she'd shoved it right back at him. She needed to apologize and she must do it now.
Almost immediately, the door jerked open and she shrank back with alarm.
Strong hands gripped and steadied her,their warmness sending a jut of awareness through her and a tingling sensation round the places where they firmly held unto her.
She raised her head and her gaze collided with his greenish-brownish eyes which stared back at her with a fierce gentleness,care,warmth and something else she couldn't quite recognize. Something dark and brooding. She slowly shifted her gaze to his eyebrows where they'd drawn together with something resembling confusion and to his hair which looked warm,wet and tousled,as if he'd just dragged his hands through it.
She stared back into his eyes and found herself drowning in their fierce warmness.
Then somewhere in her toppled over,fuzzy brain,came a little reminder of what had actually brought her to his door in the first place.
She straightened her shoulders and carefully extracted herself from his hold.
'Ehhhm..' She tried clearing her throat to rid it of the sudden cracks that had miraculously grown around it. 'Good morning....Mind if I come in?'
'Of course not. Sure,come in'. He quickly pushed the door completely open and let her in.
She took hesitant steps into the room,trying to remind herself the long line she'd rehearsed.
The room was very large,bigger than every other room in the house(Hers and the gym room which he'd covertly hidden from her,but which her adventurous spirit had led her into few days ago,where she'd spotted him doing sit-ups,lifting weights and running on a treadmill and where she'd actually discovered how much of a gorgeous man he really was but since they hadn't been in talking terms,she'd shoved that compliment back into her pant pockets). The walls were painted the same colour as the living room,the furniture had no bright colour in them. Everything screamed male. At the far end of the room was another smaller space which by the furnishing, resembled a study,his study. White papers were scattered all over the mahogany desk.
Two shelves stood by the side,one fully stacked with books and the other with movies. Her interest piqued and her mouth watered at the prospect of him allowing her to borrow some of his books and movies. Barely able to hold in her thoughts, she voiced them out.
'What's with all the white papers and novels?'
'Would you rather stand while I tell you?' He answered,a smile curving the beautiful outline that were his lips.
She smiled back and settled herself unto the single settee in the room.
'Well...the white papers are scripts and the books are what I use to pass my excess time'.
'Scripts?' She rose her brows inquisitively.
'Yes...Scripts. I'm an actor'.
It then hit her. What she'd destroyed had been one of his scripts. She actually now had a double apology to tender.
'You're actually the Daniel Williamson?' Her eyeballs were wide with disbelief.
'Daniel Williamson, at your service'. He gave a mock bow and sat beside her.
It made sense now. That feeling of familiarity. She'd known she knew him from somewhere,literary. Sophie saw his movies all the time. She'd pass out if she'd been in the one in the same room with him. She practically idolized him. A really small world this is.
'OK,first things first.... I actually came to apologize for the way I treated you the other day. It was rude and unacceptable. Granted,I was not in the right frame of mind but I shouldn't have taken it all out on you. On your part,you were just being concerned and I was just been a rude jerk. I'm really really sorry'. She finished her line.
He drew closer to her,took her hand and looked into her eyes,a really long look.
'It's OK. I shouldn't have moved in on you like that too. I think I owe you an apology too'.
'I still have to apologize for destroying one of your scripts. It must have been very important to you'.
He shrugged his shoulder carelessly.
'It would have been a huge deal'.

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