Caretaker || H.S

"Gusto kita" he blurted out. His emerald eyes looking into me. I feel like he can already see my soul just by looking through my eyes. His brown locks curtaining us while the rest of his body hovered dangerously close to mine.

I bit back a smile. God, his accent. 'Gusto kita' sounded like 'Guto kitah'. Even though his accent is
terrible , those words sounded perfect coming out from his pink lips.

"Well come on, say something" he said. Those emerald eyes hypnotizing me. He looks so vulnerable like he could just pass out any moment.

"Your accent is horrible" that was the last thing I said before his lips crashed into mine.

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