Chapter 77

"My mum is fine, and she says I should thank you for your help". The statement makes me snap out of the daze I have sunk into, while running my hands through his hair. Some strands are longer than others, and they bear the evidence of a recently acquired haircut, a recently perfectly trimmed haircut which makes him look irresistible.

"What did I do?" I ask in surprise, what could i have possibly done for his mum to ask him to personally thank me. I don't really remember doing anything that would warrant such a show of abashed thanks.

I expect him to give me an answer yet he doesn't as I can see the faint creep of a blush coming onto his cheeks. I don't know why this particular guy is like this.

He seems cold and reserved to everyone else, but yet I find him becoming more soft and goofy by the minute.

"Is this how you act around everyone?" I ask him, and the show of surprise in his expressions makes me think he has taken my statement the wrong way.

"I don't mean it that way" I say reassuring him "You just act unusual that's all", I say not finding a better way to put it.

If I had found a better way to put it, I would not be feeling so embarrassed and my legs would not be so wobbly right now. My hands would not still be dragging themselves through his hair, and I wouldn't be gazing into his eyes like a fool.

I had frigging thought I wouldn't find myself breaking the I made to my own self. My vow I made to never fall for anyone in such a stupid way once more.

It seems I can't keep any resolution to myself, as the smile he gives me, or he gives himself rather, makes me positively melts on the spot.

I can't stand as he looks so self-contented grinning like that. I never knew someone could look the way he looked at this particular moment. He looks like a child that has just been given candy, and is smiling at the sheer deception he used to get it. His teeth are perfect, and I can see sharp canines sticking out as he opens his lips In a smile.

The resemblance he and Eras have in that aspect is strikingly surprising, as I can find myself almost mistaking both of them for each other. Maybe that's what caused that stupid dream of last night, that is the reason why I seem so foolishly content at imagining the both of them.

I battle the urge to not remove my hand from his hair, when I realise that I am not the only person that knows of this particular spot. Aron could be here at any moment, and finding me gazing into someone's eyes while one of my hands are in his hair. This is not the best position I'd like to be caught in, I remove them slowly and take a few minutes to regain my composure. My mind is still jumbled and mumbled from all this mushy mushy stuff, and I cannot just seem to get it to think straight.

It seems each and every effort I try at making my heart calm down and the feeling returns to my legs fails. "Do your legs hurt?" he asks as his hands instinctively raise the base of my calf. That seems to wake them up good enough.