I had anticipated many things and collected so much determination and confidence to face him.

But what I hadn't expected for him to be already asleep.

Christ!

There he is, on the side of my bed in a very uncommonly and uncomfortable condition. Both of his legs and bruised hand are hanging down, neck is turned in weird angle beside it is his other hand. If he carries on sleeping like this, I'm sure he will be extremely sore by morning.

Beside he looks like a baby while sleeping.

Oh that he does. He is most definitely resembling a baby that he is not, by looking all cute and hot at the same time.

Damn him!

A phone vibrates somewhere from bed breaking my thought, I carefully search for it not wanting to wake him up. I want to tend his knuckles while he's sleeping. Without his constant gaze and touch to unnerve, it'd be less torturing for me and my heart to get over with it.

I find it by his other hand and it shows, 'Slade'. I don't know whether I should receive it or not.

Pick it up and tell them he is safe with you. They must be worried about him.

That sounds about Right.

I touch the green button, holding it to my ear, "Hello?"

There is pause other side, "Who is it?" He asks in his usual deep, calm voice.

I feel a pit in my bell, maybe I shouldn't have received.

I splutter, "I..it's A...Akira."

"Akira? Why do you have King's phone? Where is he?" He questions sounding confuse but there is something else too that I can't figure out.

Now, what should I tell him?

That out of nowhere he appears and starts banging door before behaving like a kid.

"Err... actually he is here, in my room and sleeping." I tell him hesitantly.

Slade lets out a chuckle from other side, "That bastard doesn't listen, does he?" Muttering himself before he adds, "Okay Akira listen, could you let him stay with you tonight? I mean that fucker is already passed out but it'd better if you don't throw him out and I'm sure by morning he will leave you alone. I could come and take him but I know for sure I'd have to face his rage afterwards and that I'm not very fond of." He sounds amuse.

Why would he face rage if he helps him? I think King should be grateful to Slade for helping him.

But then it's King we are talking about.

He and grateful?

Snort, Very unlike.

"It's okay." I speak quietly glancing at beautiful boy on my bed, "I don't mind."

Of course, I don't mind, it's just my freaking body and heart who do mind and immensely so.

And it's not like I could throw him out regarding how heavy he is.

"I'll see you, around." With that he hangs up.

Sighing I bend on my knees and take his bruised hand. It looks as if he has punched someone or something. I clean dry blood with wet cotton, he hisses in pain.

"Ray?" He mummer sleepily.

Ray?

When I don't reply he forces himself to sit, stares me with half opened eyes, "You look like a prude." He states, an attractive smirk is there on his face.

He is so hot and sexy as hell.

I could almost forget that he is a high class jerk!

Was he even sleeping?

"And you are jerk." I snap, giving him a side glance. I continue my cleaning.

He is still staring me with a unknown look. I'm sure he is searching for more insults to accuse me. He wouldn't change, would he? He can't be nice with me for more than few minutes.

Once I'm done cleaning, I put some antiseptic cream on it. My hand stops when I feel him touching my hairs with his other hand before he leans forward and mutters, "But a cute one." His eyes trails down on my figure. Suddenly I feel self conscious of my choice of clothes.

Plucking my T-shirt from back, I suck a breath, peering in his eyes through my lashes, "Why do you hate me?" There, I ask him the question that I have been asking from me since I came here.

I want to know the reason of his animosity toward me. I want to know why is he always bitter with me. I prefer to know his answers than to feel confused, it doesn't matter how bad they are. I can handle that but I can't handle the look of disgust and loath in his beautiful grey eyes.

I don't think I've done anything bad to him other than intense enthrallment I feel toward him.

Is it just attraction?

Or something more?

No, nothing more.

He laughs at the question, "You think I hate you?" He asks between laughs.

Why the hell is he laughing. I don't find anything funny in my query.

"Don't you?" I whisper.

Abruptly, he stops laughing, grabbing the back of my head he jerks me forward, brushing his nose to my cheek, he mumbles putting his lips on shell of my ear, "You couldn't be more wrong."

My breath hitch at his proximity, his warm breath ticking my neck, making me feel jelly at stomach. My eyes itself want to close and let my body treasure this feeling.

Spell breaks, when he moves away from me not too much but enough for me to breath. He has still pined me with his eyes.

I gulp the saliva down as my throat feels dry, averting my eyes I carry on bandaging him.

At this moment he doesn't look drunk anymore and by the look of sobriety that is held in his orbs I could never tell the difference.

His hand slowly moves from my head to my neck and I feel a jolt when it touches my pulse. It feels so intimate, so affectionate, I can't explain it.

It's overwhelming.

"You are so fucking beautiful." Whispering soothingly, he places he palm on my cheek.

'You are not pretty enough.'

That unwelcome words come back making me say, "But you said I'm not pretty enough." I want to smack myself for bringing past at this beautiful moment but I couldn't help it.

Chuckling drily, he utters, "I was an ass, no, I'm an asshole."

"You are." I agree.

He looks straight in my eye, "Yeah, because you are the most fucking gorgeous girl I've ever seen. I was stupid to say otherwise. Will you forgive me? Please?" Sincerity is filled in his words.

Did he just apologise?

I instantly look up in shock and regret it as the intensity in his eyes has me swallow, hard.

Uh uh.

Without any warning he places his lips on mine, licking my lowers lip lightly before kissing me with so much gentleness and tenderness that I never knew he had.

Unlike first time, this is not filled with desperation or hunger. This is so much more, it speaks and shows that I'm indeed most beautiful in his eyes.

I want believe it but can I?

Don't you dare!

Just like always I stop thinking when my body forces my mind to block and let my lips move. We kiss each other like it's most precious thing to do, like it's reason to live. We speak words through our kiss that we can't speak through our mouth. Goosebumps is traveling throughout my body, provoking every deep desire kept hidden.

When we move apart, breathing hard, I notice his eyes is still closed like he is savouring the moment.

Ever so slowly he lays back down, still clinging my other hand tightly like he is afraid I'll disappear if he leaves me.

While I'm still trying to compose my ragged breaths when I hear him say, "Hey Darling,"

Darling?

My stomach erupts with whole lot of sweet butterflies and heart skips a beat in anticipation.

I like it!

When I don't reply, he tugs my hand a little before whispering softly, "Never leave me."

And just like that I once again stop breathing.

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