Mr. Babyboy

Nights passed in a blink of an eye.

Since the nightfall Rhett kept it 'Simple and Sensual.' The Kiss!!

They have always been together. He either walks her to college, or drive on his adventure tourer bike. Gladly, standing by her campus gate, squeezing out moments he could draw in the future, reminiscing the good ol days.

Fate forbid, if Neva wouldn't want him by her side anymore. But that's a pain of magnifying the probing, he wish not to blunder the now.

He has all his meals over her place. He calls her hands magical. And he wouldn't want to have his food any other way anymore.

Neva kept changing his bandages. Although, the stitches were removed couple of days ago, he still insisted on getting her take care of him.

Neva didn't bother resisting. Her idyllic feelings gradually increasing.

Except the time spent in her lecturing periods, studies, and the nights they'd have to sleep on their own. They were inseparable. He would even accompany her in the me times. And that includes her hobbies: music, reading, baking, all that she has yet opened up to him.

Here and there, he would sneak into her singing beautifully, wondering to himself; if she would ever sing him to sleep.

Rhett lost in warmth, somewhere, somehow, he didn't dare to get his hopes high. Fearing the love he heartfelt for the girl he first connected with this fall, would still be one-sided. He realised, he couldn't bear the thought of not seeing her.

"No, I'm not going." Neva declares, a laundry basket in her hands, walking out to the balcony—to the flame of the noon sun.

"It's cold outside and this evening I need to go watch a soccer match." Explains Neva, reluctant to give in to Rhett's plan of hanging out.

"Where?" Rhett protests.

"In our campus." Neva replies, placing her sun-dried laundry into the basket.

"Wahh~ as if it doesn't get cold in your campus?" Rhett protests.

"Come on Angel, the sunset on this beach is spectacular!" Rhett pleads, following Neva around, like a child pestering his mother for some toys.

Neva straightens her posture, hands on hips she stares at him.

"This time of season and going to the beach on your bike? You want me to get sick don't you?" Neva complains, glaring at him.

Rhett gasps dramatically. "How could I let you be sick? If you want I can rent a car." He exclaims.

Neva sighs shaking her head. "It's not it. I've promised Emma to go watch the match with her." Neva explains, continuing her chores. "If I go with you I'll miss it."

"You just want to go check out those athletes don't you?!" Argues Rhett.

"What? What goes on in that tiny head of yours?" Asks Neva, glancing at him over her shoulders, a hint of amusement laced in her eyes.

"What? I'm right ain't I? Fine you needn't bother with me! I'm just a nobody anyway." Rhett crosses his arms, saddened. Neva couldn't help but chuckle seeing his cute, pouty face.

'This big man can be this adorable too?' Wonders Neva in the close of her mind.

"Fine Mr. Babyboy. I'll go watch the sunset with you on your bike,'' Neva picks up the basket and starts heading inside, and the elated male's eyes gleams, his cheeks ripened in blush earning pet name from his sweet Neva continues tailing her still.

"But on one condition." Neva clears.

"I'll go with you after an hour of match. What do you say?" Lays out Neva, lowering herself on the ground in the middle of her living room.

"Where am I gonna meet up with you? What if you ditch me?" Rhett argues back, dropping down beside her.

Neva purses her lips. "You'll come with me of course. Or do you not want to?" She side eyes the man beside her.

"Me with you in the campus? Okay!" Rhett returns, gleefully.

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So it goes... This evening, Rhett comes to fetch Neva. Doing it with a plain white t-shirt, black jeans and a black leather jacket. Neva adorns: a green campus style, high waisted, plaid little skirt with black stockings, and a black coquette blouse underneath a warm jacket.

Neva seems hurled up and too much into the game. The guy sipping a cola beside her, has been flaring his nose in jealousy.

Seeing his Neva in enchantment, when the 'handsome' players makes some seductive moves and goals charismatically.

His eyes shoots bullets through the athletes 'attractive' heads.

Neva in her own little bubble, full of colours, ignored his presence.

Living the time of her life, admiring those homewrecker, assumes Rhett.

They had preferably reached the campus in time. Emma had been waiting for her, and as Neva met up with her, she had strung along Rhett.

Some time later, he crushes the empty cola can and pulls out his phone, reading the time. Five p.m was their deal. He pokes Neva's shoulders.

"What?" Inquires Neva, drawn away from her enthusiasm.

"It's almost time Angel, we can get going?" Rhett's round eager eyes beams, wishing to be on their own.

"Is it time already?" Neva's face falls.

She's having fun, it feels harshly soon.

Her demeanour saddens his heart.

"It's alright. We can watch sunset some other time." He says, faking a smile.

"Really?" Neva asks beaming, yet unsure.

Rhett chuckles sadly, defeatedly.

What did he think? It's his fault for floating with the hope. She didn't even like him.

As he looks at her angellic side profile. The soccer match occupying her attention, he couldn't help the ache, his heart shattering.

He mistakenly thought, all the times spent with her had built up some feelings in her heart. And now, it feels as if a massive agonizing stone has been placed over his own.

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.

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"Are you ditching me?"

He's mount up on his bike, mid–way wearing his helmet. When the familiar voice has him halt his actions, he lowers the helmet. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes softens, she stands there, Neva, glaring at him. She wears the leather jacket hanging on her arm.

"Helmet." Neva forwards her palm, demanding a helmet. She didn't even notice him dossapearing. She knew he would protest, so a light tease bubbled up in her heart. But look at this clueless man!

Rhett breaks off the entrancement, and hands her the helmet. He gazes away from her eyes. His gaze lowered, a beautiful smile crawling up to his lips.

"Let's go." Neva hopped on his bike taps on his shoulders.

Rhett nods, and wearing the spare helmet, he grabs her arms, helping them around his waist—then blissfully he takes her away to the beach.

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In the beach: the twilight painting the sky in a soft glowing light. The beautiful sky seeing through on the surface of the water.

In contrast to the vitality of screaming crowd from the soccer match, Neva feels complete tranquility and favoured gazing out the beautiful scenery.

The man peers down at the girl standing by him. His heart warming up at the thought of her choosing him.

The November breeze blowing her loose wavy hair. She feels so sweet and serene.

His heart aches in wonder by how graceful she appears. Eyes confessing silently his love for her soul dearly.

Calling, he has found a haven of his own.

He feels so strongly for her,

He could almost stop breathing.

He keeps drowning in love,

He keeps craving her love.

He takes the initiative to hold her hands, intertwining their fingers. Neva glances up at him, then down at their clasped hands.

She gently rests her intertwined fingers on his knuckles.

Rhett threads their eyes; Neva's smile mirroring his own. Their heart beats synced in serenity.

He realises, and words his veracity out for her to to be familiar with, "Neva..."

"Hmm?" Her adorable orbs curiously searches from the kaleidoscopic play of the sun to the stars of his own.

Her curiosity makes him laugh lightly.

She unconsciously makes a moue of her lips, eyebrows creasing, clueless of his melodious laugh.

"Is there something on my face?" With her free hand she caresses her cheek. Rhett just captures her hand and interwines their fingers.

He kisses both of the back of her hands—softly holding onto them.

His beautiful smile honeyed, he phrases,

"It's just;

I'm feeling luckier than ever..

I'm falling harder than ever..."