A Four-Letter-Word Called LOVE (COMPLETE - ENG Translation On-Going)

Act Thirty-One

Mhairi:

"I'm so sorry, Ate Mhairi! Are you alright?" Chris asked while beaming his gaze at me.

I froze while blinking my eyes constantly as I stare at his gorgeous, innocent face. I want to tell him I'm okay and he shouldn't apologise for what happened. But my words failed me while my mouth doesn't have any plans to utter any words at all. There's a speck of dirt on his not-so-chubby cheeks while a few tiny grains of sweat piles on his forehead. I gulped in discreet to refrain from gasping.

Why are you doing this to me, Chris?

Why do you constantly putting me under your spell, leaving me so helpless and numb from your untainted hazel brown gaze?

I mean, why do you have this weird yet, alluring effect on me?

Our gaze is still on each other when my fingertips unconsciously touched his big, broad chest while feeling his hands holding on my waist. It suddenly daunts me that he's only wearing a sleeveless shirt that exposes his broad shoulders and longs arms – and the fact that he's holding me closer to his.

I hurriedly step back and turn around while breaking away from his intense yet, calm gaze.

"U-U-Uh—"

For heaven's above, Mhairi! Would you please stop stuttering and pick yourself up?!

"W-Would you please excuse me for a moment? I-I-I just need to get something in the bedroom!"

I sheepishly put the cups down on the kitchen counter and hurriedly scoots my feet towards the room without batting an eye on both Chris and Graham. I shut the door afterwards and leaned my back against it while holding my chest. I secretly kick myself in the head while firmly closing my eyes.

"For the love of God, Mhairi! It's just Chris, okay? HE. IS JUST. CHRIS. Nothing special about him whatsoever, okay!" I grumble.

My heart beats its rebellious, sarcastic "Yeah, right!" beats mocking me from what I've uttered. I make a fist out of my hand and gradually but gently punching my chest directly to my stubborn, rebellious heart.

"Please, please, I'm begging you. Stop doing this to me, will you?" I plead like I'm having a mother-daughter conversation with my heart. "I'm already in love with someone else and will marry him in a few months. You cannot just flip the switch beating yourself to someone I've just met!"

Really? Are you freaking kidding me? You might not and still couldn't remember who Chris is but can you just be honest with yourself?

"W-What do you mean?! O-Of course, I'm always HONEST with myself!" I said hysterically.

Pfft! Let us be all real here for a moment, eh, Mhairi! We both know that you're now starting to have feelings for this young lad, right? I mean, you know from the very start that you are secretly falling for him unbeknownst to you!

"N-No.! T-That's not, that's not true! That is just way beyond ridiculous!"

Don't make me laugh here, woman! What happened last night, the way how you let yourself get closer to Chris, the way how you want him to stay with you while he imprisoned you behind his arms. I know you did that on purpose, Mhairi. You smashed the walls you've put between you and him deliberately because yes, and indeed, you're in love with him! You are such a total hypocrite if you keep on convincing yourself that you're not!