Her eyes were the size of lemons, wide as fuck. But I wasn't looking at her eyes.

I tried not to look down. I fucking tried. But, I'm a man.

My eyes swept from her head to toe, thoroughly slow. The white towel was barely covering her body. The clothes she wore, fuck, who knew such a body was hidden underneath. I gulp as my gaze moves to her thighs. Fucking heavens, I gulp again.

And then she screams so loud that my ears start buzzing.

Damn, this girl is loud.

I focus my gaze on her face, trying not to look down. It was fucking difficult, she was a little minx. A temptress. A vixen, really.

"Alya, is everything okay?"

That would be her mother. I leant back with a smirk, enjoying her red face that looked like a strawberry. She even tasted like one. My little strawberry.

"Y-yeah mom, there's a.. s-spider in my room! It's nothing!"

Her lips quivered and her eyes were still very wide. I was tempted to look at her body. But I didn't- I can be a gentleman when I want.

"Spider? You were never afraid of spiders before, sweetie?" her mother says in concern.

I chuckle.

"Alya, is there someone inside?"

"No mom, I'm just looking at this series that has a perverted stalker idiot who thinks he's Romeo in it," she directs her glare to me. Her hands were trembling over the top of the towel. I knowingly give her body another once over from the top.

She visibly shivers.

"Oh. Is the spider still there honey? I'm coming in."

Fuck.

A moment later, Alya dashes to the blanket and pulls it over me. She makes sure that it completely covers me before opening the door.

The door creaks. I hear footsteps.

"It's already gone, mom! It's okay, really!"

She should stop acting so hyperactive else I'm going to get fucking caught. I sniff at the blanket, damn it smells like her.

"Look at your bed," her mother says in horror. Triple fuck. "You go get changed, I'll make the bed."

"No!"

Suddenly, I feel a very heavy weight, right above my face.

Oomph

I'm pretty sure Alya's sitting over my face.

"I'm going to sleep as soon as I change so there's no need," Alya rushes out, her voice getting higher as she speaks.

I struggle to breathe.

To be honest, I wouldn't really mind the position, only if there wasn't a blanket in between.

Alya sneezes a very fake sneeze. A two-year-old can tell. "Mom, I should change. I'm going to catch a cold if I don't."

"But honey I thought you were watching a series?"

Achoo, another fake sneeze.

"Mom," she whines.

"Okay." The suspicion in her mother's voice as clear as day. However, the footsteps fade and the door is shut. Fucking finally. I push the blanket, along with Alya, off my face and fucking breathe.

"Ow, you son of a biscuit."

I look over and find her on the ground. Fuck, I didn't mean to do that.

However, I close my eyes as soon as she begins to stand up because her towel fucking drops when she stands up.

Fucking Heavens.

. . .

She sits next to me on her bed, still as red as a tomato.

"I swear I didn't see, babygirl."

She fiddles with her fingers, I find it fucking adorable.

"Why'd you come here?" she asks looking at me from under her lashes, shyly.

"Don't look at me like that," I grit out. She should stop tempting me.

"Like what?" he eyebrows come together and she tilts her head to the side. Not able to control anymore, I pull her to me by her face and give her lips a full kiss.

"Like you want me to do that."

"Maybe I wanted you to," she says, still in a daze.

I need to do what I came for. Get the weight off my chest. I lean away.

"All those time I hurt you," I start, her gaze flickers to my eyes before she looks at her hand, "I wasn't in the right state of mind. And I know that's no excuse."

She again looks at me, trying to see where I'm getting.

"I didn't see what I was doing to you. I didn't know what I was fucking doing, the grief- it blinds you."

I sigh, hoping to look at her eyes. I need to know what she's thinking. But her eyes are focused on her hands that are placed on her lap.

"I thought I was taking my revenge. I thought I was doing right," I swallow the lump on my throat, "I was wrong."

I stand up and walk to her side of the bed. She lifts her head and looks at me in confusion.

I fall on my knees.

"Forgive me."

She remains silent. Quiet. She doesn't speak anything. I remain kneeling in front of her, with my head hung low. Why isn't she saying anything?

My heart beats wildly, my stomach knots. My eyes prick.

And then she stands up and kneels in front of me. Her hand reaches for my jaw, she lifts my head. I see tears in her eyes.

"Why the fuck are you crying?"

She shakes her head, sniffling. How could I do that to an angel like herself?

"I.. I- Z-Zayd"

I don't say anything. She cradles my face, I wipe her cheeks. I don't fucking know what's happening, I don't fucking know why there are tears in my eyes. I just know that I was wrong. I was so wrong. The angel before me didn't fucking deserve it.

I was blind.

"I need time."

My heart falls.

She cradles my face in her hands and makes me meet her eyes. Her green eyes have tears in them. I always fuck things up. I always make her cry.

"Look at me," she whispers with quivering lips, "Zayd, look at me." A few tears slide down her cheeks and I wipe all of them. Maybe this is the only thing I'm good at. Making her cry.

"I'm not crying," I give her a smile. She shakes her head and wipes my cheeks yet again.

"Alya, dinner's ready!"

She hastily wipes her tears.

"Coming!"

"I need to go," I stand up. She stands up as well, I look at her puffy red eyes and nose. Her quivering lips. Look what I always end up doing.

"I'm sorry," she says. I find myself chuckling at her, she's too kind.

"What are you sorry for?"

"Because I need time," she looks at her feet, biting her lip lightly.

"I'll wait."

I lightly caress her cheek before pressing my lips on her head. I climb up the window and jump outside. I feel weirdly good, my chest feels lighter.

I turn around and look at Alya one last time, she waves at me with a warm smile on her lips. I give her a smile of my own, an awkward twitch of my lips.

Shaking my head at myself and with the awkward twitch of lips still present in my face, I walk to my place. This girl is going to be the death of me.