Chapter 10
(Exhausted sigh~)
James, tired from carrying Nima on his back, gently laid her down on his bed. He couldn't help but admire at her serene beauty. Her soft, even breaths and the slight flush on her cheeks made his heart ache with tenderness. He caressed her face gently, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of her features. As his thumb slowly stroked her soft lips, he felt a rush of emotion, a mix of desire and protectiveness.
Nima mumbled something in her sleep, stirring slightly.
James leaned closer, his curiosity piqued. "How can you look beautiful even when you're asleep?" he murmured, an affectionate smile spreading across his face. He was about to kiss her when she suddenly opened her eyes. Startled, he nervously pulled back, his heart pounding in his chest.
"You came to visit me again in my dreams? Like how you did before?" Nima said, still half-unconscious. She reached out, her fingers gently stroking his cheeks and his long golden eyelashes. James looked at her, puzzled and enchanted, not knowing what she was talking about. Nima then placed her hands on the back of his neck, her touch gentle and warm, pulling him closer. "I like you," she whispered, freezing James in place, his heart melting at her touch.
As he tried to process what was happening, she pulled him closer and kissed him on the lips. The soft sensation of her lips against his felt like a volcano erupting inside him. The feelings he had kept bottled up for so long were becoming impossible to contain. Their kissing grew more intense, wet, and steamy, each touch sending shivers down his spine.
But as people say, good things don't last long. Nima suddenly pulled back, her face turning pale. She then puked all the beer and chicken she had on his shirt and on her clothes, before falling back asleep.
James sighed, his emotions a whirlwind of confusion and longing. Nima had confessed her feelings in a drunken state, a confession that James couldn't stop thinking about. He carefully cleaned her up and changed her into a fresh set of clothes, trying to ignore the ache in his heart.
The next morning, James sat in his study, aggressively shaking his leg, making a disturbing sound. His mind was a sea of thoughts and emotions.
"What is it that troubles you, Sir James?" asked Luke, his personal assistant, noticing his agitation.
"Luke, what does it mean when the girl you like suddenly says that she likes you?" James asked, his voice filled with anxiety.
"Then she probably likes you," Luke replied simply.
"What if she was drunk?" James pressed, his leg shaking intensifying.
"Then she might have misunderstood you for someone else," Luke said thoughtfully.
"She already likes someone else," James muttered, his heart sinking.
"Or maybe she really likes you and didn't have the courage to say it when she was sober. People are usually honest when they're drunk," Luke suggested, smiling gently.
James looked at him, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Right?" he asked, almost desperately.
"It's only 'maybe', Sir James," Luke cautioned, though his tone was encouraging.
James stood up, determination hardening his features. "I'll ask her. I'll find out if she really has someone else she already likes or not and confess my feelings to her," he declared.
"Good luck, Sir James," Luke said, watching him with a supportive smile.