Stumbled In Love [Complete]

16.

Did she recognize me?

No way she recognized me.

But what if she recognized me?

Did she tell Arthit?

She wouldn't tell Arthit?

But what did she tell Arthit?

What if Arthit knows now?

Will he be mad I didn't tell him?

Would he fire me?

Would he still even talk to me?

What if he hates me now?

24 hours of utter torture I tell you. From the moment I raised my eyes to see that model cum publisher standing in front of me with both her hands on her hips and a very sardonic smirk on her face.

I don't think I am exaggerating when I say that I literally felt my heart woosh upto my throat at the mere sight. And I am definitely man enough to accept that I hightailed out of there as fast as I could just in case she did recognize me as the cute guy from the hospital last week.

Which also meant I have spent entirely too many hours since yesterday obsessing over and over again if essentially I was walking towards the last day of my job.

And if it was just a job I wouldn't even have cared as much but to be super honest I wasn't really ready to say my goodbye to Arthit just yet. I had just started getting to know him. Understand the world from his point of view even though at times it felt more painful than getting a root canal to get one bloody straight answer.

Rather ugly dark circles marring my face as I hesitantly made my way back to his apartment the next day. Unsure what was awaiting me when I stepped onto the floor and stopped short. Gaping at the scene that was playing out in front of me.

In the most bizarre of events I actually saw Arthit standing on this side of the door for once. And as if that wasn't shocking enough it was what he was doing that caught me completely by surprise.

Holding a good three plumped up pillows in his arms, he threw one down on the floor before plopping himself on it in a position very similar to the one I occupy nightly. Wiggled his bottom on it a couple of times before deciding to add another pillow. Obviously the combination of two pillows under his butt wasn't upto his satisfaction cause he then tried the third one. Quickly rejecting it to try placing it behind him instead as a back rest.

And then repeating the entire process multiple times over until he was satisfied before lovingly scratching Chocolate behind his ear who was patiently waiting for his master.

"What do you think Chocky? He should be a little more comfortable now right? Ummm...Or maybe one more pillow?"

It was the first time I was looking at Arthit. As in truly just watching him instead of the gaping in shock, jaw dropped to the floor stare I had given him the first time around. I don't think I had even taken in his features properly when I had seen him at the hospital. The shock ruling out all other emotions.

But right now, in the silence of his apartment hallway, I leaned quietly against the wall all the way on the other side so as to not alert him of my presence just yet and I peered at his fascinating antics. Observing things about him I hadn't had the chance to notice the first time around.

Taking me a little bit by surprise at just how good looking he really was. His face slightly paler than normal making the contrast of those plump pink lips even more vivid. The low dip of the dimple on his left cheek making him seem a perfect combination of mischief and mayhem. His lean frame just as well dressed as in the hospital even though more than once he has insisted he survives on nothing but pajamas. Almost like he was dressed up for our dinner.