I felt so restless yesterday, my emotions were all over the place, and my mind was telling me to go back to the office; a small voice telling me that Diego was going to hurt himself.

I had to convince myself to not think negatively, and it worked. I even took a bath, baked some brownies, took a walk and went on a drive. I felt peace when I came back from the drive. I ate some leftover chicken, which was hopefully Hunter's.

But the negative thoughts came back to me, right when my head hit the pillow. I was telling myself that everything was going to be alright. I was telling myself that Diego would be alright the whole of last night, and I ended up sleeping at four am because of the same thoughts.

I woke up three hours later, my eyes had eye bugs, and my body felt exhausted. I forced myself to leave the bed, yawning every now and then.

I got ready in ten minutes, walking out of the bedroom, and towards the dinning room where I saw Hunter.

I had breakfast with Hunter who forced me to go back to bed when he saw the yawning, and let's not forget that I dozed off with food in my mouth. I went back to bed though, sleeping for the second time today.

I woke up feeling refreshed, my head feeling better than before. I woke up at two pm, deciding to keep myself busy as I waited for Hunter and Diego to come back. I remember Hunter texting me that he and Diego would be busy with Bobby, which took four to five hours.

I had to keep myself busy, so I baked some cookies, a cake, some cupcakes and I also cooked dinner, which is chicken alfredo, the cake being dessert.

I managed to get Hunter down for dinner, but Diego was no where to be seen. I was worried that the food would become cold, and that is why Hunter helped me carry some food to Diego's room. But he left me standing with the food, when he saw Julie. He followed behind her, making me laugh; I guess I will be teasing him about his feelings, just like he teases me.

I heard Diego's voice, telling me to enter the room after I knocked. I had to give myself a word of encouragement before I entered the room, I had to prepare myself for Diego's stern look. But nothing could have prepared me for the view I have seen.

Diego is in a towel, some clothes on the bed and a bottle of body cream in his hands. I stare at him, my mouth going dry.

'Don't act so desperate," My conscious snaps me out of my not so innocent thoughts, making me feel self-conscious about my wondering eyes.

But I do not pay attention to whatever was said, because my focus is on one person only: and that is Diego.

My eyes are looking at the handsome man. His body looks like a piece of art. My eyes follow the tiny droplet of water, watching it as it rolls down his well-defined abs, and down south.

My mouth suddenly goes dry, and my tongue unconsciously wets my lips. My legs feel like jelly, and the butterflies form inside my stomach.

My hands itch to touch him, I want to run my hands all over his body. I crave to touch his body, and my body craves his touch as well.

It is crazy how one man manages to turn me into a horny teenager.

"Why are you here, Ms Rowland?" Diego asks, a cheeky smirk on his face, his eyes set on me.

A blush forms on my face. I feel embrassed that he caught me looking at me. Would I look at him again? Yes. Will I feel embrassed again? Probably.

"I- I.... I brought dinner for you," I murmur, glancing at his abs, my eyes move to look around the room, not wanting to seem desperate.

"Ok." Diego murmurs, letting go of the towel. A scream leaves my lips, my eyes shutting on their own accord.

I hear a deep, mascular laugh, which makes me snap my eyes open, wanting to see who is laughing.

My mouth parts in awe as I see Diego in his briefs, a vest in his hands. He wears the vest, as he continues to laugh making me shyly look away.

The butterflies move aggressively inside my tummy, making me place a hand against my stomach.

Is a laugh suppose to sound so attractive? So sexy?

Is it normal for me to act like this? So desperate?

But looking at someone is not being desperate. It is like admiring an expensive item in a shop, and not having enough money to buy it. I can still admire the item, right?

"Alright. You can put the food right there," Diego says, wearing his sweatpants, making me swallow.

I awkwardly move the food tray trolley towards the sofas that are in the room, setting the plates on the expensive coffee table.

"That's a lot of food," Diego mutters standing closely behind me, startling me. He reaches out to grab a grape, trapping me inbetween him and the food tray trolley.

"I- I... I made all of it. I had nothing to do, and so I decided to help the chefs by cooking dinner." I ramble, feeling nervous, and a bit scared. Scared because he might get angry that I cooked in his kitchen.

But I sigh in relief when he does not do anything, he just nods, sitting on one of the sofas.

"This looks very delicious," He says, making me blush, feeling shy.

"Thank you." I bow my head, not wanting him to see the blush that is on my face.

Diego does not say anything else after this, and I take that as a sign to leave. But I am stopped before I can even take a step forward.

"Do join me, Ms Rowland," Diego murmurs serving the food on two separate plates.

"No, thank you. I will eat with Julie," I murmur, but Diego gives me a look that makes me want the ground to open up and swallow me.

"I said sit," Diego says with a voice that dares me to speak back.

I sit on the seat opposite his, accepting the plate that already has food on it. Diego and I eat in silence, both of us in our own worlds.

But I can feel a pair of eyes on me as I eat, making me nervous.

Diego and I have to talk about what happened that day, but I do not want to bring up past stories. I want to let the memory go, and I think Diego wants the same because he is acting like it never happened.

Diego and I finish eating moments later, and I stand up quickly, grabbing the plates from the coffee table, placing them onto the food tray trolley.

I start pushing the trolley towards the door, but I am stopped when a hand is placed on top of mine. Diego's expensive, addicting cologne invading my nostrils.

I feel a hand on my waist, pulling me backwards, and turning me around.

"You are so beautiful," Diego says as our eyes meet. There is a spark in his eyes, which is accompanied by an emotion I can not seen to understand.

"Let's not do this today, Diego," I murmur remembering why I am here. "Let's not lead each other on, please." I plead, feeling like a bucket of cold water has been thrown on me, bringing me back to reality.

"No." Diego states, looking into my eyes, determination in his voice. I stare at him with confusion, not knowing what he is about to say or do.

"Let's stop pretending like we don't like each other. I am not a persistent man, and I do not intend to be. But there is something about you, something that pulls me to you, like a magnet. I can see the way you look at me. I want to pull you into my arms, I want to kiss you senselessly, till we both lack oxygen. But I can't do that if you continue behaving like this. Is it because of how I am? Is it because you are scared of me? Are you scared of me becoming a burden to you?" Diego asks, making me shake my head at him.

"No... Don't think that," I state, placing my hand on his cheek. "I can never see you as a burden, and I don't want you to think that..... I am a scared person, but not because of you... Diego, we are both fighting battles that can damage the other; I want us to work on the case, and ourselves before we can think about whatever this is. We are two different people with two different backgrounds, and we are both fighting demons that are in our heads. We might hurt each other in the process of our healing, and that might lead to resentment. And that is something that I do not want to happen. I hope you understand me?"

Diego looks into my eyes when I utter the words. It takes a moment for him to react, and when he does I feel myself relax, with a bit of sadness. He sighs, dropping his hands from my waist.

"You are right." He states. "I have demons that I have to work on. I thought I was ready for whatever might happen because of the therapy, but I know that I am far from getting better. I guess I have to find myself before I can bring someone else into my life..... and I really want that someone to be you. Will you wait for me to get better? Because I promise that I will wait for you." Diego says making my eyes tear up.

I stand on the tip of my toes, placing a small kiss on his cheek. My lips lingering on his cheek for a while.

"I promise to wait for you to get better." I state, pulling away from him, while looking into his eyes. A small genuine smile forms on Diego's face, making him look younger and more gentle, making me smile back at him.

This is the the first time that I have seen him smile, and it is a sight I want to see for the rest of my life.

I turn around a few moments later, sighing as I push the food tray trolley out of the bedroom. One thought in my head.

I hope we can be together one day.

I just realized that these two haven't known each other for a long time.

But anyways, life has the motto 'love at first sight'.

What did you think of the chapter?

I hope you liked it.

Do you think the decision is right? Should they work on themselves before they can work on whatever they have going on?

Btw I don't know if I can write mature themes! I will just continue teasing you guys, lmao:-)

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