Riley's P.O.V.
I wander into her room as she suggested me to sleep in her room and she will stay in Lisa's room. The bed is clean where the duvet is pulled over the mattress neat like it's been ironed, the things in the room is arranged in a way that you can remember the position of everything inside at a single glance. I stroll over to the table by the window, the object which caught my eyes placed at the edge of the table, the frame.
I take the frame, the clear glass contains no dust, the family photo of four in it. My lips spread to a grin when my thumb fondle on the picture of the little girl, the charcoal small eyes still attractive... She looks to be around twelve I guess... She is standing in front of her mother and her father is beside her mother and the young boy next to Aiden.
He is thin and tall his features taking after her mother, maybe this the brother whom she mentioned. I replace the frame when she enters.
"What are you looking at?" She asks standing beside me.
"That's your brother?" I point the photo.
She nods, the corners of her lips slightly twitch up "Isn't he handsome?" She asks softly.
"Yes, indeed but," I turn to face her "Not handsome as me," I smirk.
She stares at me for a while and rolls her eyes... whenever she does it, I find it adorable for no reason even though that I know the action is to let me down.
"Hmm," she rubs her chin in a way of thinking... why the hell on earth am I smiling at her for no reason... "Maybe," she answers softly, my eyes widen in surprise my inner self jumps in joy...
Did I hear it right? Did she say that I look better? Is that a compliment?
"Am I attractive?" I question arching a brow, my impatient self-eager to hear her answer.
"I told maybe for others but not for me," she snarls, my shoulders drop when her words got into my ears. She smiles...
My goodness, she smiles and that makes me happy no matter what I just heard...
"You hungry,"
"No," I lie to know what she will say as she was with me a few hours back and she knows that I had no dinner.
"Great, there is only one packet of noodles," she blurts dryly and walks away ignoring my gaze on her.
Is she for real?
I walk to the kitchen, she stands behind the large counter table, tearing the packet of flavour she puts it in the boiling pot.
Why did I say that I'm not hungry?
Riley, you got to think before you let out a word in the future?
Seems there is only one packet a she told! Should I starve tonight? It's one a.m., can't even think of ordering takeout!
She turns off the stove and puts the cooked noodles on the plate, she walks out the kitchen and places the plate on the circular coffee table in the hall...she takes a glance at me and sits on the carpeted floor and rolls the noodles around the fork.
"Make yourself feel home," she passes a smile and stuffs her mouth.
I gulp down the saliva as I lick my lips, my feet make its way to the centre of the tiny living room, I scratch the back of my neck curling my lips in I sit on the floor opposite to her.
Shall I ask her if there is anything else?
This is embarrassing!!!
Why isn't she asking me again at least for formalities?
My cheeks heat up when I hear my stomach growl, she looks at me as she sucks in the noodles hanging out of her closed mouth. She arches a brow amusingly, chewing the food in her mouth she sits straight as she places the fork on the plate.
"Hungry?" She asks.
She didn't laugh at me, to be honest if I was in her shoes and if someone else was in my place I would definitely laugh at that person, come one it's obviously embarrassing when our stomach doesn't take our ego into consideration.
I look away as awkwardness eats me up inside.
"There are noodles in the pot," she continues to eat fixing her eyes to the plate.
I look straight at her "Thanks," I jump cheerfully, and run to the kitchen to fill the plate.
I sit back and we continue to eat, we go to sleep at half past one. The minty smell in her room relaxes the mind, I lay on her bed staring at the ceiling.
If she hasn’t arrived, I will be surely dead...She saved my life...My eyes never leave the ceiling till sleep overtakes me.
I take the towel which was hung in the bathroom, running my hand through my wet hair I step out of the washroom. My eyes widens when I see Aiden stop by the sofa looking at me.
Shit! I forgot that there is one washroom here.
Wait! Isn't she surprised? Shouldn't she scream and turn around with heated cheeks instead of watching me casually...Why the hell am I heating up?
I feel my cheeks heat up when walks to my direction "Seems like you are built up but don't know how to use your strength," my lips part at her statement... seriously this girl has something in her...
"Don't you feel anything?" I frown "I'm naked in front of you,"
My goodness...What did I just say? Don't you feel anything? My brain has gone crazy...
"What should I feel?" She snarls "It's not like your pants are down," she walks pass me to the washroom.
What does she mean? Did I hear it right?
I stomp to the sofa and I drop myself down as I run my hands through my messy hair pulling the roots...Was it supposed to be a joke?
How can she act all cool after I kissed her that night...I was flustered when I recalled what I did that night...She is not affected at all whereas I am... Whatsoever?
I arrange the ordered takeout which arrived few minutes ago on the tiny table in the living room, sitting on the carpeted floor I wait till she walks out her room. The beating of my heart pumps faster when she comes out, some strands of her wet hair pasted on her skin. The grey knee length short culottes display her legs and for the first time I see her dressed in this way. The red v necked T-shirt goes well with her skin tone. She looks damn pretty even though she doesn't put much effort in dressing, just like that day with that pink suit and her hair clipped up, she was stunning.
I have no idea why I began to admire her because she was not at all my type, I mean 'was'.
She sits opposite to me, crossing her leg she unboxes the container. She takes a bite of the sandwich and looks at me.
"Aren't you eating?" She asks.
I gape at her for a little longer, she tucks the wet hair behind her ears and looks at me again while chewing.
"Your hair is still wet,” I say as I point at her head.
"Is it?" Her eyebrows meet as she touches her hair "I wiped it well," she utters and continues to eat.
I stand and I rush to the room, grabbing the towel which I used to wipe my head I run back. My knees fall on the floor behind her, my pacing heart pounds out of my chest when I move my hands closer to wipe her hair...I don't know how she feels or what expression plays on her face...
"You will catch a cold if you're with wet hair,"
My body freezes, my actions stop when she holds my hands and looks up, I bite my lower lip at the closeness, our breaths hitching on each other skin.
"I don't easily fall sick," she utters softly.
The forever aloof face for once looks different when she stares at me.
Buzz!
"Ow," I scowl as I crouch myself covering my nose, her hard head knocked to my nose when she moved... I literally saw the stars when the vibration hit my small nose...
She turns around immediately "Sorry, sorry," she apologizes, she brings her hand to mime and removes my hand from the face "Does it hurt?" She asks her tone in concern "Sorry..."
"That's okay," I sit straight as I sniff.
"You sure," she asks again.
I nod plastering a smile in my face, I wipe the automatic welled up tears.
She picks the phone from the couch and unlocks it; she plays the voice record...I rub my nose as I look away in decency but my stupid eyes take a peek every second.
'Hi Aiden...Can we hangout tomorrow?'
A smile makes its way on her thin lips, she moves the phone close to her mouth in glee...Why is she smiling? Is that Chloe?
'Sure, but not in the afternoon'
I'm glad that she didn't prefer meeting him forgetting about the hearing.
'In the morning, I'll pick you up at 4:
 a.m.'
4:30 a.m., you got to be kidding me!
'4:30 a.m.?'
'Yes, I've found a spot to watch the sunrise,'
Sunrise? Is he going to confess? What will they do while watching the sunrise? Hug? Kiss?
'Sure'
"Aiden," I call out before she clicks send so that he will hear me.
She faces me curiously as my voice came out louder than expected.
"What?" She questions dryly as she looks away.
"Is that Chloe?" I ask to rubbing my nose.
She snaps at me, the black orbs under the furrowed brows staring at me. She moves forward and utters "You're always interested to talk about him," she raises her brows amusingly "Do you like him?"
"Whuuuuaaat?," I scowl as I push her behind, she chuckles.
What made her think that way? Me? Interested on him? No way? All I want is to kick him away from her!
My goodness, this woman is crazy!