“You’re crazy,” I muttered again, staring at him. “Who does that? Who just… volunteers to get thrown up on?”
“Someone who’s trying to make sure you don’t keel over in the middle of the night,” he said, his voice steady but tinged with dry humor.
“You’re too much,” I said, lying back against the couch with a deep sigh.
He raised an eyebrow. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I watched him fold the towel and toss it aside once he was sure I was fine. There was something absurdly kind about it, and it made my chest ache in a way I wasn’t ready to acknowledge.
He mustreallybe into me.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, feeling uncharacteristically shy.
“You’re staying?” I asked, my voice quieter now.
“In what world would I leave?” He left me with that lingering question.
I drifted off to the sound of his breathing, steady and close, like he was anchoring me to the moment. For the first time all night, the room stopped spinning.
“Do you really want me Wynter, are you being serious. I want you to know that if you’re even the slightest bit unsure to let me go, I can’t move on a maybe this time. I’m not fifteen anymore. So tell me now, I won’t hold it against you if you change your mind.” I swallowed the lump in my throat,
“I don’t want you Yesoh Yeo. Ineedyou.” He whispered back, his voice ridden with unshakable emotion. “I honestly, truly, certainly like you. And not as a friend, I want for you to be more than just that to me. And I’m willing to work for it. You’re right, it was selfish of me to lay my feelings on you and expect immediate reciprocation. I promise I’ll— I’ll earn you every day. Every day until you deem me worthy of you.”
My heartsankto my toes, I felt like I’d just dropped on a rollercoaster.
“Will you mean that in the morning?” I asked, teary-eyed.
“I’ll remind you.” He assured me, “Even in the morning.”
When I woke up I heard the door click and in swept none other than the knight in shining armour himself, in changed clothes-- namely a white shirt and those unnecessarily skin-tight skating pants.
holding with him a paper bag of food. I could smell it all the way from over here and my stomach grumbled. He glared at me in the corner with this mischievous glint in his perfect brown eyes.
“You’re awake,” he said softly, glancing over at me. His voice, low and smooth, sent a little shiver through me.
“Barely,” I croaked, my voice hoarse from the night before. “How long have I been out?”
“Notthatlong, I headed out early to check in on Bae, take a shower and get food.” He explained.
“My head is killing me.” I groaned.
He smirked. “Yeah I figured, here, this should help.”
He walked over, handing me a latte, his fingers brushing mine for a split second. I tried to ignore the way my skin seemed to hum from that minor brush of contact. He set the bag down on the desk, pulling out two bagels wrapped in parchment.
“You didn’t have to do this,” I murmured, taking a sip of the matcha. It was perfect, the bitterness balanced by just the right amount of sweetness. “ButGodam I glad that you did.”
“You looked like you needed it,” he said simply, sitting down across from me on the edge of the desk. His legs stretched out, long and relaxed, as he unwrapped his bagel.
We ate in silence for a while simply basking in each others presence. I couldn’t believe that I had him so close, I couldn’t believe that he was here with me so willingly. I made my way to My wardrobe and took out a towel and some shower supplies.
“Will you um, wait for me?” I asked of him.
“Yes.” He agreed glancing up at me. “I will.”
I swallowed hard and quickly made my way into the bathroom to take a much needed shower, I smelled like I went swimming in Long Island iced tea and not in a good way. I put on a pale pink casual cami with low-rise jeans, spritzing on some of my vanilla perfume.
I wanted to smell like him.
