"You're finally awake." His intimidating eyes had greeted me. He's sitting at the bedside table looking at me like his been there waiting for me to wake up. I immediately look away when I realized that I've been staring back at his beautiful face for a few seconds, I almost forgot that his attitude is not as beautiful as how he looks.
I sat down, roam around my eyes, and realized that I am in the same room where I woke up the last time.
"Why am I here again?" my throat feels dry and my body feels heavy. I tried to look at him with the same intensity, but a sharp pang in my head made me wince for a second. For a moment I thought I saw a worried look in his eyes but he just tried to look away.
"You might be forgetting something Miss Guevarra." He stands up and looks at me, his eyes went back to being stoic. I was taken aback when he sat near me at the edge of the bed.
"You…" his eyes look at mine deeply. If I was on my right mind, I might have pushed him away, but I can't.
