Chapter 24

He stood up and I joined him then we both walked to the place we had made our meeting point. A building after my faculty, it was just about a few mike away.

I was walking in front and he was walking behind me. I wanted to say something when he pulled me to a hug. This time I hugged him back drinking in his smell. Last night when I got home I smelt so much like him. I loved it. I think his has become my favorite perfume. I loved everything, everything about him even the things I hated.

"Ehm ok. Leave me alone." I blushed pushing him away from me.

"You really dread human contact don't you!"

"Yea I do." I said. I wanted to add but I love to touch you. I love when you hug me just that it affects me in so many different ways. Ways that I rather not be affected.

But instead I said. "Don't worry I'll soon get used to you."

He laughed in the way he did when he could  not just believe the things I said. "You say the most stupid things."

I laughed because I knew he was right. "So do you."

We moved to the pavement we always on. He sat first and stretched his hands for me to take but I ignored it, I pushed his hands away. I didn't need his help.

"I can help myself it's not that steep. " I insisted. And this had nothing to do with feminism. Though I did like to be taken care of sometimes. I wanted to be treated like a Queen most times not like a fragile princess that everyone kept seeing me as.

"I know. I'm just trying to be a gentleman." He chuckled. I loved it when he smiled like that, when his teeth showed. I loved it. Loved his dentals.

The idiot would boast about it but it was one thing I didn't mind when he did.

"Well you are not a gentleman so don't pretend to be." I rolled my eyes whilst sitting down besides him.

"Ever heard of "Fake it till you make it." He said and I laughed. There was silence after a comfortable silence. My eyes were steadied on the moon, unwavering. He has made the moon my favourite painting.

I wondered what the moon thought about us. Did it think this was a hopeless love story? Did it think we would actually continue to sit outside while I watch it? Did it think us beautiful, different? I wished I could speak to it. I wondered if it told the sun about us. If the sun would approve or it would get mad because it didn't get to see us together, or maybe even become jealous of the moon.

"What are you thinking about? Are you analysing the moon." He whispered his breath caressing my skin. I didn't realize that he was now so close to me. So close if he breathed I would feel it.  So close that we were breathing the same air. I wanted to breath the air he did. Wanted to be in him, and him in me, not just with him.