Katana's attention shifted to Zach nearing us, and she quieted down and looked at me. Alice was gazing at me and at him with a look of trouble in her expression. while I was stuck in my stand. There is only one question that bothers me, and I am deafened by the pounding of my chest."Did he know?" Katana asked me weakly."Of course not, Kat," Alice answered."Zach," I said as soon as he approached. He was smiling at me and looking at my friends. "My friends, Katana Herbert and Alice Bloom," I said as I introduced them to him, who was beaming.The two were eying me with their smiles, like they were telling me something I didn't understand.Eyes telepathy?Zach extended his hand at Katana and then at Alice as he said, “Zach Archer Del Fiore. I am pleased to meet my wife's friend.""We are pleased to meet you too," said Katana and Alice, staring at him like it was their first time seeing a man."It's sad that your wife forgot to invite her best friend to your wedding," Katana remarked wit
It was fortunate that his phone rang, and he looked at who was calling. I noticed his face hardening and how he walked away from me, grabbing his phone before answering it. His grandfather called, and it seems important. For the time being, I sighed in relief, but he would ask the same question later. Iffin! It's Katana's fault if her voice isn't loud, Zach won't hear about it. What excuse do I have? I looked up at Katana and Alice talking to a group of men and women at the seashore not far from where I was. They were laughing, and Katana waved at me to come. The group turned in my direction, and what a coincidence! They were our high school classmates. My gaze was drawn to Zach, who was standing far away and still on the phone. The better I left here, the less likely it was that my classmates would insist on my joining them. I acted like I didn't see Katana's waving and walked towards our house. When I arrived at my room, I texted Katana, telling her not to say anything about our
After the class ended for that day, I received a message from Sir Alexander including the address where Zach was staying. I stopped, my eyes widening. It's far from here, and I need to take a three-hour trip. Then I continued walking, pulling the letter from my shoulder bag that Sir Alexander had handed me yesterday before leaving the mansion. Letter that I should give to the dean of the college of business. "Ren!" I heard Grace's voice behind me. And it's been a week since Evan has not joined Grace and Lucia. I understand why, when he knew about Grace and Aldridge's relationship, things changed, he stayed away, and I feel sorry for him. Sometimes we ran into each other, and he only smiled. I tried to talk to him, but he always makes excuses that he is busy. Grace was naive enough not to see what Evan was doing and only believed his lie that he was busy when, in fact, he was not. Except for me and Lucia, who knew why. I faced her with a smile on my face. Every day, I see her cheer
I watched him sleep on the couch after tending his wounded hand. My shirt had some smudges of blood after he hugged me. He was intoxicated and did not know what he was doing; he did not even feel the pain in his wound. A cut from the broken glass. Did he plan to kill himself by losing his blood? I sighed in frustration, and my gaze narrowed on him. He was sleeping on the side, sounding like a child, and still holding my hand. We would have talked unless he was sober, which he wasn't. How many alcoholic drinks did he consume? I brushed away the hair from his forehead, and he sniffed the alcohol, smoke, and vomit from him. I wrinkled my nose, and placed his hand on the side. Where did he put his things? Someone might think I murdered someone for wearing this shirt. I first cleaned the mess in the living room before looking at the kitchen, which was almost full of alcohol. Is he serious about consuming it all? Until when? I didn't see any food or anything to eat. I sighed, palming m
I sat at the table while waiting for my order. Up until now, I have not answered his call. He was persistent, and I didn't want to talk to him or hear what he had to say. My phone buzzed, and I stared at it. He was calling again. I put the phone screen down on the table and tapped my fingers to the rhythm. He's not bothering me. There aren't many people inside since it's past twelve. Until the food came, and I devoured it. I noticed someone staring at me from behind and turned to face them. But I didn't notice anything except for the passersby outside. I continued eating until I finished. I went to the fabric and craft store to buy fabrics for the design I will submit next week. When I bought what I wanted, I went out, but I noticed the woman who looked at me coming inside. I glanced at her as she was walking towards the counter and talking to the cashier, who also glanced at me. My phone pinged a message, and I looked at it. From Zach, telling me I should come back. I stopped a
How can I not respond when my body responds on its own? The taste of his lips was something I should not have tasted, and I won't be here in this position. My mind doesn't work properly, and I wanted more. He's a good kisser because he makes me want something I've never felt for Blake, even though my heart was in turmoil. He was like a sin, letting me fall into its wrongdoing. I wasn't Cairen, and she doesn't like him. Yet, all my rational thinking goes against me. I let my feelings go on their own, freeing myself for this moment. My arms were wrapped around his neck as I tasted him more and more. I felt his warmth and his heart beating against me. His hand supported my head and my back. When it all ends, can I fade away? "Will you stay?" he asked, his arms encircling my waist, his head at my neck, and his warm breath tickling my skin. I stared at the ceiling of the room as we lay on the soft bed. How long have we been lying here? The kiss did not end in the kitchen but in this b
The warmth was comfortable, and as I moved closer, my back touched a hard chest. I sensed the calm movement of his breathing as I inhaled his faint scent, and realized his arm encircled my waist with his other leg between mine while the other rested on my right leg. We were sharing a blanket.I opened my eyes, not moving my body except for my head to look at him. His eyes were closed while his other arm was on my pillow.How did we end up like this? I can't move, I'm sure he'll wake up if I do that. I turned my head, and my gaze moved to his slightly longer hair, hiding some of his handsome face. I lifted my hand and parted it.If I wake up and see this face every day, I will never get bored. I can watch him sleep, but thinking about it was weird.I never thought like this with Blake, although he was always the one doing it to me, which is strange sometimes. He always wakes me up with a shake and teases me about how I was sleeping just to make me laugh.Although we didn't share a bed u
I watched him as he continued painting. He was skilled as his hand moved on the canvas and the palette, and his handsome face was serious, concentrating on what he was doing. Then I stared back at the mini canvas in my hand, remembering how he had urged me a while ago to try painting because it was relaxing. But all I did was glance at it, not knowing what to draw. I was sitting on the gray beanbag chair a few steps away from him. "Did you create something?" Zach asked out of the blue, glancing at his side. I pouted, grabbing the paint brush. "No, I am still thinking. It's not relaxing, Zach, it's pressuring me.” He laughed softly. "Why don't you draw a butterfly? Try that way." "You know I am terrible at this, but I try," I said. A butterfly, hmmm... I formed the butterfly I wanted and imagined myself as if I were just creating a design for my clothes. When I was satisfied with my sketch using the black paint, I let it dry. Later, I asked Zach if Aldridge ever found where my p