Loving can hurt

CHAPTER 3

The whole coffee is spilled on my shirt and it is hot, too hot to bear. I look up and it's a girl that I bumped into.

"I am so sorry. It's my entire fault...."the blonde head with green eyes, is apologizing but I cannot hear her, as my mind is blank about this whole new turn of the moment. My shirt soaks the hot coffee and come in contact with my bare skin. I yelp unable to protect my skin from the burning-hot-coffee-soaked clothe. I am feeling, as if the time has stopped along with my brain.

"Take your shirt off" she said and I looked up at her, surprised by her suggestion. The idea doesn't sound appealing to my ear at all but I find my hands gripping the hem of my white t-shirt and pulling it over my head at once. I let out a comforted sigh. I am much more mentally stable now then I was a few seconds ago.

It is that moment when I realize that I am standing shirtless, in my bra only, almost naked in the middle of the café. As if my common sense has melt along with the heat of the coffee that I pulled out my shirt in the middle of the cafe? I am questioning myself rather cursing. I am trying my best to cover up my body with my thin arms. I shut my eyes and felt someone is holding my hand.

I open my eyes to see a tall muscular figure, holding my wrist and making me walk with him. His grip is tight and warm. I am feeling as if my wrist is burning. Before I can comprehend what is happening to me he stopped, making me stand in a corner, while standing in front of me. I look up and he is pulling his plain black sweatshirt over his head. Holding his shirt in his hand he moves his hand forward. As soon I take the shirt he turns around to stand in front of me, to shield my body.

I instantly put on that shirt. I cannot help but love the minty scent of it. I once again take a deep breath and look at him. His hair is messy and he has got tattoos down his neck reaching his shoulder. I am unable to rip my eyes off his shirtless figure, he is moving his fingers in his messy long, light brown curls, making them stay at the back.

"Done...uh...I..." I said, my voice shaky, but before I can say something to thank him, he turn to look at me; I am stunned by his cold expressions, his eyes staring into mine, pinning me down. My words are caged in my throat by the way he is staring at me. I cannot help but look in his eyes. His eyes are the kind of green that budded on the prisoners of winter, bringing life back to their branches, the passionate green that the ocean turns into during a storm, the green of the forest after it rains. I was snapped out of the moment when he turn and walk out of the cafe, leaving me wondering what the hell just happened ?

I look around the cafe, everything seems so normal except for my heart, which is beating at an alarmingly fast rate. I walk out of the cafe, take out my table, thinking to skip the day and lay down in my bed, wishing that when I will wake up, it'll all turn out to be a dream. Skipping classes on first day of college doesn't sound one bit right. so I am walking towards the building. Heading towards my first class I am still thinking about him. What a way to start off my day.

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