Chapter 87
"Speak of the devil ", I murmured under my breadth "Come in "
"I heard that", he shrugged. He was dressed in a black vest which showed off his muscles, he wore loose track pants. He had a balloon in his hand and his other hand was occupied with a small carry bag. His hair were properly gathered into a spike, some of them rested on his forehead which made his appearance a bit more alluring.
He sauntered towards me, stared me from head to toe but didn't compliment. His eyes were settled on my body. I shouldn't have dressed up at first place, I tried moving away as I collected my bathrobe from my wardrobe.
"Wait ", he alarmed me so I turned behind slowly.
"Yes?" I questioned.
"I have something for you", he marched a step closer and so did I, till our steps collided. I tucked away the hair which rested on my face behind my ears. I swallowed as I was scared yet excited.
He propelled the balloon in my direction. I instinctively took a grip of the string, his skin's touch ran butterflies in my belly. Spotting him with the balloon was amusing, hilarious and funny. Those words have the same meaning but I just couldn't keep it till myself.
I tightened my lips, and bit my lower lip so as to prevent myself from laughing hard. I couldn't control so I ended up chortling, he had an -I-don't-know-what-this-girl-is-doing kind of look. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion.
I raised the balloon in the air, made sure that I don't let go of the string, "A balloon?" I interrogated.
"Yeah, how's it? ", his eyes shined as he questioned me. Was he really a pedo or did he act like one, I wasn't even this shocked when Augustus Waters died before Hazel Grace in the fault in the stars.
"You definitely didn't like it ", his blue eyes now were a bit dark, like his eyes showed the emotions he was feeling "I was driving the streets, when I halted at the traffic signal, I saw a father gifting a heart shaped balloon to her daughter. She couldn't control her emotions, her eyes beamed when she took charge of the string from her father's hand. She hugged him as she loved the gift. I thought, maybe all girls think alike so I bought the balloon from the same vendor and decided to gift you on your birthday. I know, Flopshow ", he shrugged turning away, facing his back, he marched towards the exit.
"Mr Reynolds ", he turned around facing me "The heart shaped balloon is really pretty, I loved it, Thank you ", gifts are gifts, you don't look at their worth, you look at the heart of the person who gives it. Considering the fact that I was gifted a heart, I knotted the string at the end of my bed where there was a small hole.
"You don't have to lie. It's just I haven't gifted any woman earlier", he looked at me straight in my eyes. I knew he was saying the truth, he may have slept with many but never once would have date any.
"But why are you gifting me?" I acted unaware.
"Because, it's your birthday ", he answered.
"Then wish me", I furrowed my brows waiting for a wish but what concealed the atmosphere was silence. He did spoil my mood earlier, he did lock me up but the efforts he was taking up for me was melting the ice which was formed against him around my heart.
He then held me by my wrists softly and pulled me closer, closer to the bed. I widened my eyes at his unanticipated move. He helped me take a seat through my shoulders and opened the small box in the carry bag. It was a small slice of cake.
"Only thing I could manage at this hour of night. It'll be definitely bigger the following morning", he took the piece in his hands and fed me with his hands. Was the taste of the cake sweet or the emotions I was encountering?
I half smiled as I looked at him, one thing I realized that very moment was that this human wasn't bad. He was just, uh, I don't know, I can't give it a word but he definitely wasn't bad. I took possession of the pastry and offered him a piece of cake, he opened his mouth and took a small bite.
I couldn't eat more, I was full already. He looked at me, straightforwardly in my eyes. He didn't come closer, just gawked at me from afar. "You're beautiful", okay, was I daydreaming? , he with his fingers tucked away the small strands of my hair from my forehead. I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply and sighed. The man I knew would use different, rather than beautiful.
"You mean different?" I teased winking.
"Mmhmm" , he nodded smiling. This was one of those nights of mine in his mansion in which I didn't debate or fight with him. It was simple, sweet and most importantly it had only me and him.
We kept silent for a while. We didn't have anything to speak about too. Yeah, he didn't wish me yet and neither did I expect any wish from him. He surprised me with unexpected things already. It would be unfair if I start expecting too much. He was an introvert and a pessimist whose small efforts surprised me and ceased my brain-cells to work appropriately.
I looked down, he tilted my chin up. His touched passed sensations across every nerve in my body making me weak in my knees. If this wasn't hate or love then I had no idea what it was. They say lust is stronger than hate and love but what I felt was pure affection. It was such a pure feeling, I was afraid that it was ruling my heart, body and mind.
The moment my eyes interlocked with his, he pushed himself a bit closer to me. He cupped my cheeks, making me go red, didn't obstructed his view away my face even for once. I could feel him breath, I could feel the amazing smell of his aftershave gel, his ethereal face.
When we were inches away from each other, he slowly whispered "Happy Birthday Amanda", he smiled showing off his dimples on either side of his cheek. I was falling again and maybe this time it had no way out.