The Perfect Pitch

C H A P T E R 86

L O G A N

I held Julian's waist as she tumbled and nearly fell. She's so drunk but she insisted on taking a walk. If I was sure that I'll take her on another date then I'll probably send home right away but I don't know where I stand in her life.

Really? Who exactly am I? The weird guy that she kept bumping into and started hanging out with me?

Face it Logan, she might not be as interested in you as you are with her.

"Stop holding me like I'm a baby" She pouted her lips.

"Alright but at least walk well"

"When you were talking earlier, were you referring to me?" She pointed at my face

"Yes, who else would I be referring to?"

"I don't know" She covered her face and started laughing.

She's so cute and beautiful. Gosh, I never want to let her go. I wish I was a mob boss, I would have kidnapped her since the day I met her and married her immediately.

"Are you a good guy? You look like a bad player"

"Well, I'm not as good as I look. I might look like a calm and reserved person but according to girls that I 'dated', I'm a really heartless creature who only lives for one night stands. They couldn't be more wrong"

"So what you're saying is that I shouldn't fall for you because you'll hurt me?"

Fall for me? Is she really planning to?

"Of course, you can fall for me, I'll treat you right because I've never felt this way about someone before"

I just wish that I could be confident like this when I'm talking to sober Julian.

"Then you also shouldn't fall for me, I'm not as good as I look and I might hurt you. You've been warned"

She's so adorable, I just can't think of letting her go. I'm not saying that I'm going to take advantage of her, I just want to fall asleep peacefully in the guest room knowing that she's tucked into my bed.

Call me selfish but this is all I want tonight.

"Come on, you need to go to bed" I grabbed her hand and placed her into my car. I got into the car and drove away.

I pulled up in my driveway and scooped her in my arms. I climbed up the stairs to my room and placed her gently on my bed. I took of her shoes and jacket.

I pulled the duvet up to her neck and pushed her hair away from her face. I kissed her forehead and stared at her beautiful face.

"Andrew" She murmured under her breath.

Andrew? Who's Andrew? It's strange that she called that name in her sleep. Well, she could be having a dream.

"I love you Andrew" She murmured

Ok, it's either she's having a really weird dream or she's missing him because he's someone important but he's not here.

I think I have to go rest my head, I'm over thinking things. As I was about to go, she held the edge of my shirt.

"Stay, please" She said without even openings her eyes.

"You're only saying this because you're drunk, you'll not like it if you catch me sleeping beside you" I said

"Stay, don't go" She still insisted.

Well, I guess there's nothing we can do. I turned off the bed lamp and hopped into the other side of the bed.

I moved closer to her but I was too afraid to touch her. She yawned and turned around. She wrapped her arms around my waist and buried her face in my chest.

I think someone should call 911 because my heart is literally on fire.

I turned my head away from the window because the light rays were killing me. I hate morning sun a lot.

I feel like everyone does because it always disturbs a regular morning rest.

I felt her slightly move her body but she didn't wake up. She looks so peaceful right now that this has become my favorite moment with her and life in general.

I managed to get out of the bed without waking her up. I strolled down to the kitchen to make some hangover soup for her and breakfast too.

My mom used to make me a Korean soup whenever I had a headache. What was the name again? Right, dried pollack soup.

I looked up the recipe and the steps to make it. I put half a spoon of the soup in my mouth for a taste. I still got it when it comes with the kitchen.

I worked up some bacon and eggs for her. Once I was done in the kitchen, I went back to check on her.

Can you believe that she's still asleep. Well, this is the outcome of  drinking way too much beer.

I was on my way to the bex to wake her up when I hit my leg on a stool and fell on the bed. On top of her to precise.

That was when, her eyes swung open.

She blinked her eyes and tried to get a hold of what was going on.

"Arghhhh!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

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~peace