When He said those words, somehow my heart fell down in the pit of my stomach.
I closed my eyes, keeping my tears at bay gulping heavily. I opened my eyes to look at him smiling widely. Of course, It was a fake smile. But he won't know because he doesn't know me enough to identify my fake smile.
"Samuel, If we go there, Amelia will come. Because she asked me in the call to get you there. Will you come there?" I asked giving him my hand, smiling softly.
"Ok! If Amelia asked me to go, I will go there even if it is hell!" He exclaimed with excitement, smiling dreamily.
He immediately held my hand, dragging me, leading me even if he staggered swaying heavily.
I just smiled at our intertwined hands. My heart was filled with silly contentment.
I quickly caught him when he was about to fall, steading by his shoulders. I was very close to him. So close that my face was near his cheek sideways, not exactly touching his cheek just near his ear. My breath hit the skin near his ear gently, tickling it.
"Be Careful!" I said lifting my eyes to look at his eyes. I became quite nervous to find out that he was already looking at me. Not me exactly, but my moving lips. My mind refused to acknowledge the expression in his eyes which were displaying crystal clear.
Control, Calla! Don't you dare look at his lips! Don't look down!I gulped heavily before moving away from him, still supporting him by holding his shoulders. I accompanied him by keeping a safe distance from him.
Finally, we reached the bench. I made him lay on the bench which he did without any restriction because he was too tired to argue.
I kept my bag under his head because my bag is quite fluffy and can be used as a substitute pillow in this situation. Not that I have any other options. I took my blanket which Emily kept in my bag (God, bless her!), and covered him with it. Because it was quite a cold climate, the wind was chilly. And thank god, the quilt was designed for winters.
He quickly snuggled into the quilt like a baby, sensing its warmth. I smiled genuinely seeing him like this.
When I have confirmed that he was sleeping, I turned around to see the state of his motorbike. Surprisingly, He doesn't snore. Not even a little movement. So, He was that kind of sleeper. But, Sadly I am will be running a marathon while sleeping.
When I properly look at the bike, it doesn't have any heavy damage. Just some little scratches here and there. I lifted it to make it stand properly near the entrance gate.
I initially planned to take it inside the dorm. But, I don't want to leave him alone even for a minute in this state.
So, I went near his sleeping form again. This time, however, I kneeled to look at his face properly. My hands itched to fondle his hair, stroking his hair gently. His hair was my biggest weakness. It always managed to stay in a smooth flow of waves, not like my nest of hair. My lips begged me to kiss his forehead. To trace his face like a soft feather. However, I failed to control myself. I kissed the fingers in my hand and pressed them on his forehead softly, careful not to wake him up.
I don't mean to brag. But, My Ame is really a finest of finest Homosapien. His hair is like a fountain of dark chocolate which is neither black nor pure brown. His forehead is like a piece of the moon which serves as a home to his falling, stubborn brown curls making him look like a runaway model even in his messy, drunk state. I carefully moved his stubborn curls which were disturbing his sleep back to his hair. Careful, Not to touch his forehead or any skin.
His eyes! No! Don't even make me start it. It's the first thing that made me fall into this madness. If the court accepts, there I would have complained that having this type of eyes, casually giving a heart attack just by looking at anybody is very illegal. They are a pair of captivating dark brown eyes that hypnotize me almost every time, they look at me which was very rare. Because he wouldn't even notice me.
Brown eyes may be a common color. But, his eyes have some unique thing that had made my life turn upside down. Maybe, the way his eyes looked up, raising both his eyebrows innocently when I called him to give him something that Uncle Thomas asked me to give him that day. I clearly remembered that day. Yeah, That was the first time, I met my Ame. Our first meeting, Our first eye contact, My First love, his unwanted love.
His nose is the best art of the god, I have ever seen. Like how on the earth can a nose look like that? I just want to bite it, playfully.
His lips, My god! No! Don't look at it, Calla! It's a great sin to have lips like that. Light pinkish, softest I have ever seen. I was parted because he was lightly breathing through it now, softly. His neck, his... My thoughts suddenly came to halt when I heard the sound of a car echoing throughout that place. Its light flashed throughout the place that I had to raise my arm and placed it above Samuel's head to shield the light flashing on his eyes.
The car came to a stop with a screech and its engine and lights were switched off. Before Amelia can notice me ogling her boyfriend, I raised to my feet standing near him, waiting for her to come out of her Mercedes car, one of my favorites.
When She came out of the car, I felt myself admire her beauty. Even with some pajamas, she looked dashing hot. But, That's not made me envious of her, It was the way, her panicking state, with worry etched on her face for my Ame. Obvious Love written on her gesture was what made me envious of her. She was the one who has the right to worry about him. I don't even have the right to see him. My worry, my care, and my love will always be unnecessary, unwanted, and troublesome for him and them.
While I was busy sulking on my fate, Amelia ran toward Samuel without even acknowledging me. I don't blame her. I mean who would when their cute boyfriend was drunk and was laying on a bench at this hour of the night. Of course, No one would.