I throw myself on my bed and lay on my stomach, hiding my face in my hands, my mind replaying everything that happened today and yesterday. We reached home a few hours before, and I soon rushed into my house  as I felt blank, unable to say or do anything in front of him.
What's gotten into me?
I kick my feet on the mattress grabbing a pillow. I hug it tight as I roll over and stare at the ceiling. When we had lunch with Bray and his wife, Mr. Han never left his hand. his hands were held below the table. Bray was forever grinning passing glances at me and Mr. Han, he kept raising his brows amusingly, trasing me. His wife was sweet. They are a perfect match.
I jolt up at the sound of the doorbell. It's midnight, and I already know who it is. I look down at myself and that's when I realose I haven't put on my oants. Wearing ny pants and jog to the door.
"Yes,” I ask as soon as I open the door.
I look up at him,  and his gaze makes my heart jump out. He steps forward, and I gasp as he runs his hands around my waist and carries me. 
"What are you doing?" I whisper growl.  
"Taking my girlfriend to sleep." he utters, taking a step back he closes my door with his foot and ambles into his house.
"Weren't you sleeping alone all this time!" I wriggle in his grip.
"Yes, but—" he puts me down on his bed and crawls over, his arms resting on the mattress at either of my head and his knee on the bed, beside my stomach. He bends lower while I stare at him. My body endured a rollercoaster ride. "—I didn't have my girlfriend then—" he pouts and moves closer. 
"—Now I do." he whispers, his lips lifting to a playful smirk.
"You—"
He cuts me off, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna step overboard without your permission." With that said, he flips over to the other side of the bed. I slode myself to the corner, I turn to my right, the wall in my view. I stare at it, my toes curl, and I bite my lower lip, feeling his gaze behind me. I stay motionless for a while, and after ages, my eyelids are heavy. 
I drag my eyebrows low, and my eyelids slowly lift to light. My lips part and my eyes widen when his face came to my view. I raise myself quickly, and by mistake, my head bumps on his face.
"Oh my god," I jump out as he takes a step back, covering his nose. "Are you okau?" I ask, moving closer. Standing on my tippy toes, I grntly hold his hand, sliding it down, and a shriek leaves my lips at his sudden movement. He carries me and aoins around in a blink of an eye. My back meets the wall and my feet on the floor. Ge cages me between his long arms.
"You freaked me out. " i playfully punch on his shoulder.
He chuckles and lowers a bit, "Anna," he calls, soft and husky. 
"Yes," i ask, tilting my head with curled brows.
"I want something feom ny girl." He pouts.
"What?" I ask, raising my brows, curling my bottom lip in.
"A good morning kiss, goodnight kiss and a goodbye kiss."he says.
My cheeks heat up, and I look away, lowering my haze as I lean back to the wall, playing with my feet. He stares at me, and I feel it. After a little while, I look up to meet his eyes. Rusing ny heels, I leave peck on his jaw. I push his hand away and stride away in a flash.
"I've got a brush for you here." He shouts, and I stop in my tracks in the living room. "Ise ny restroom."
I hear his footsteps, so without going to a thought, I turn to my left and rush into the washroom. A smile nakes its way on my lips too se what he has got.
Two grey cups contained with a brush, a cute half heart printed on both a cartoon girl in one and boy in the other, as it's arranged close, it makes a complete heart. Two bathrobe hung by the rack, two towels, and what hit me hard is the air freshner. It's lavender. I hop in front of the sink in glee, squeezing the lastes onto ny brush I look dtraight at the mirror.
"Anna," the door opens, and I soon cover mouth. 
Shit! I forgot to lock it!
"What are you doing?" I mumble, kicklming at his direction in rage.
"I came to brush too." He walks in and stands beside me, eyeing at my image. "You don't have to do this." He pushes my arm away and grabs the paste.
The air around is in slinece, the sound of the brush rubbing against our teeth only audible. We are just brushinh, staring at the mirror in front of us, exhanging gazes, but it makes me happy. Once we are done, he lets me freshen up first and exits.
As I step out the washroom, the delicious aura hits my nostrils. Tieing my bathrobe yighyer I jog to the kitchen, spotting my handsome boyfriend preparing breakfast.
"You're done?" He asks, stiring the vegetables on the hot pan.
"Hmm," i nod, stopping behind him. I wrap my hands around him, frim behind. My wet hair and cold cheek stick to the back of his t-shirt. He holds my hands in place with one and works with the other.
This feeling, the home.
He puts the vegetables on plate, and I slide my hand behind as he steps back to walk to the table. Before I could I take my hands away, he holds them in place and walks toward the table, my feet following his steps behind. This feels warmer than having a hot bath when freezing cold. I tilt my head over the side of his body, watching him pour the milk, and after he is done, he takes his hand away from mine. Is he a flash? He got everything done with one hand so soon. I unwrap my hands and take my seat, he sit beside me.
After breakfast, Mr. Han goes to freshen, and I rush into my place as I forgot to feed the kitten. My cheeks hurt as my lips were forever spread into a gigantic grin. Putting on a woollen sweater and jeans, I hunt for the scarf which I knitted for Mr. Han, for his birthday, I could goft it to him as I made ny leave before he turned eighteen. I packed the unfinished scarf with me and completed the work on Grandma's place. I settle on the floor in front if ny closet and I lick pit the storage boxes. I remember putting it somewhere here.
I wait by my door till he steps. My face beams at his arrival, and he immediately takes a big step towards me, his teeth in display.
"I've got something for you." I say, with my hands gidden behind me.
He frowns and licks his lips. "What?" He asks, impatient.
"Bend," He obeys and bends, gripping his knees, meeting my height. "Close your eyes." He acts upon in a blink of an eye, like an obedient child.
I bite my lower lip as I extend my arm, and slowly, I wrap the scarf around his neck. "Done," I smile, stepping back, and he stands straight, his orbs worling at the bottom part of his eyes.
"I made that," I say, clsaping my hands behind. "I did it back then for your eighteenth birthday."
His lips part, and he grips the edge of the scarf around his neck, admiring the result. "Wow, I've got a treasure around my neck." He chuckles.
"You like it?" I ask, gaping at him grinning at the scarf.
"Of course I do." He cheers, taking a step forward. "I love it." He whispers.
"I thought I won't be able to give it to you." 
"Seems like it's written to me." He smirks.
"I love whatever you give me, the flowers, the cards, anything. As long as it's from you." 
I laugh. "Come one, the cards weren't looking good. I'm bot good crafts." 
"True, it wasn't looking good," he sneers. 
Alright, that answer was unexpected. I at least expected him to say, "No, it's beautiful." He is being honest anyway.
"But," he taked a step forward, and my eyes widen, he cups my face. "I still those are priceless or else why would I still treasure it." He lowers his head.
Ring!
I barge back at the sound of my ringtone, and Mr. Han lets out a playful groan. Popping my phone, I answer. It's Dylan.
"Hey, whatsup?" Dylan chants. "I think princess is busy."
"I—" words struck to my throat, feeling lost. Mr. Han pulled me to him, and his lips crashed on mine. 
................................................
I'm not ready to make our relationship public. I don't want anyone in the office to know about the relationship between Mr. Han and nyself except Charlotte. I'm pretty nuch sire Mr. Han would want to be secretive as well because office romance is prohibited.
I fiddle with my fingers when Mr. Han pulls in the car. I hop out, and I soon walk ahead in, before anyone finds us having a ride together. Mr. Han catches my oace and my feet roots on the spot. He holds my hand, and I look up at him, with furrowed brows with a look of what-are-you-doing?
Hw smiles, understanding my gesture, and walks ahead. I watch around, awkward, every eyes are on us, and I hear some people pointing out the scarf around his neck. He hasn't worn a scarf before? Our hands remained interlocked until we reached our cabins and parted our ways soon, getting engrossed in our duties.
'To my handsome boyfriend,' I write it on a heart-shaped sticky note and stick on the plastic cover of the salad container.
Sitting on my seat, I look straight. A smile makes its way on my face when Mr Han enters his cabin. He takes his seat and notices the food for lunch on his desk. I can see his brows curl as he insticks the sticky note, his lips twitch slightly reading the note, and it widens when he averts his gaze to me. I don't look away this time. Yes, I was gaping at him. He puts the sticky in the desk drawer and raises his ohone, shaking it in the air and the next second my phone rings.
"Let's have it together," he says as soon as I answer the call. 
I pack up my food package and walk to his cabin. Taking my seat on the chair opposite to him, I giggle. 
"Didn't you get your daily junk food," he asks, unpacking his salad.
"I'm on a diet," I utter, unpacking my salad too.
"Why?" He stands from his seat and holds the arm of my chair. He pulls me towards him, and my chair rolls like I weigh nothing. 
Seriously, I thought that I'm gaining weight, which is why I stopped eating my favourite BBQs.
"Whether you gain weight or not, you are always beautiful." he says, and my chair collides with his.
I pass him a cheeky smile, "What if I be fat as a balloon." 
"I'll be a balloon, too." He shrugs and turns to my direction in an istant. He moves forward, closer, and I cover his mouth, oushing him behind. 
"Let's eat." I chuckle poking the straw into the polythene sheet on my milktea plastic cup.
We eat in silence, giggling and chuckling for no reason in between. Mr. Han soon gets baxk to work as he has been caught from the unchecked projects he missed the last few days. I leave him as I've got a few nore documents to print. The clock strucks to four and I finally completed my tasks. Collecting the printed files, I enter his office.
"My dear, I'm here to cheer you up," I scream, jumping on my feet, moving hands up and down. 
I drop the files on his desk as I wave my hips froleft to right. Mr. Han chuckles and looks at me. He is definitely worn out. Hiding my hands behind my back, I walk towards him, and his gaze follows me along. I stop behind his chair.
"Let me give you a massage." My fingers meet his forehead, and they move in circular motion. He lifts his head, gazing up at me.
"Feeling better?" I ask.
He hums in reply and takes a moment of silence, observing me. "My energy is drained. Will you boost it?" He pouts.
Damn, why is he so adorable?
"Shall I get you something to drink?" I ask, concerned. "Coffee?"
He subtly moves his head to the left and right, and he sticks out his lips.
Oh, this was what he meant? A kiss?
Cupping his cheeks, I move my face lower and hisveyes close qhen I get closer. My upper lip brushes against his, and his lips form into a grin. My sking heats up and heart pounds.
"Hey guys,"
I shoot straight and jump behind immediately, my eyes dorectly falls on the opened door and the lerson who chanted enthusiastically, Charlotte.
"Did I disturb you all?" She asks walki g towards us.
"No," I snap.
"A little later," Mr. Han utters under his breath.
"What did you say?" Charlotte scowls.
"I meant, you could've showed up a little later." 
"Huff," she crosses her arms. "I never came for anyways, I came for Anna." She jumps forward and pulls my arm.
Mr. Han passes a glance at me, and back at Charlotte, he arches a brow questionably.
"I want to borrow your girl for a while."
"For?"
"That's none of your business." She chuckles and slams her hands on the table. "As you're begging for a reason—" Mr. Han rolls his eyes. "It's to choose my bridal dress."
"What?" My voice comes out aloud.
She steps back in pride, "Jason and I'm getting married." She announces, clapping her hands, and I join her too.She pulls me to a tight hug and releases me after ages.
"Really?" Mr. Han asks.
She nods.
"Is that how you react for an axciting announcement?" I scowl norcing his attention on the computer screen.
"I already know it." Mr. Han replies dryly. "Jason told me."
"Darn, Jason," Charlotte snarls. "I told him to keep his mouth shut for me to make the call." She groans.
"Anyways, I'm taking Anna to be my bridesmaid and you—" She points at him and takes a glance at her with an expressionless face. "—are gonna be my bridesman."
"I'm the groom's best man." Mr. Han states with raised brows.
"Why is Jason faster than me?" She growls under her breath. 
This woman is really hilarious. As for appearance, it's hard to tell she has a funny side.
Mr. Han shrugs and gets back to work. "Bring my girl back safe." He says.
"Seriously," Charlotte rolls her eyes. "As if I'm gonna suffocate her." She takes my hand and passes him a friendly, disgusted smirk. With that done, she drags me with her, excited.