Sudden Shift
913 Words
The refracted sunlight wakes me up and in an instant, I breathe in the faint smell of waffles and bacon. I brush my unruly hair with the comb that I fish from my handbag that is lying on the floor.
Rushing to the bathroom, I splash water into my face and after drying it up, I put on some faint Nars blush. I accidentally put on with a heavy hand. Big mistake. I ended up washing my face again to remove it.
I look silly right now. Why am I doing this.
Because of the guy downstairs who is preparing the breakfast?
I shake my head. When did I become conscious of what I look like in front of him?
As soon as I am decent enough, I follow the scent down to the kitchen, barefoot in my over-sized orange shirt and black leggings.
Last night was unbelievable. It was like a dream if not only did I pinched my arm yesterday that I know that it happened.
"Austin."
Softly, I run my fingers to my lips and my cheeks grow warmer by the second.
We kissed.
This is surreal.
I take a few steps towards where the lovely aroma is.
There standing, is Austin, standing tall with his fitted white sleeveless shirt that shows the lines of his muscles and denim jeans that perfectly hugs the lower parts of his body. His ruffled hair and tanned skin just make him seem like a male model rather than the prince of darkness himself.
"Good morning," he said without looking at me. He flips the bacon that puts me out of my thought. My stomach grumbles.
I clear my throat and replies, "Good morning. So, where did you sleep last night?"
"Oh, I don't sleep, Buttercup." He faces and flashes me a bright smile. "Waffles and bacon?"
"Yes, please. I forgot that you're not a lowly mortal like me," I teased.
He hands me the plate with waffles on it and strips of bacon at the side. "I have my weakness or two."
I walk past him to reach for the strawberry jam in the cupboard. I am so ready to chomp on that waffle.
From behind me, I can feel his hands embrace my torso. What caught me off guard is how gentle his touch is. Holding my breath, I grip the jar as hard as I can. I can feel his lips lightly touching my earlobe. Bolts of electricity resonates from my ears to the tips of my toes as he bites it.
The jar of strawberry jam slips through my fingers. With a swift movement he catches it and hands it to me. He is wearing a boyish smile that I can't help but bite my cheek.
"Don't do that."
Smiling, I take my seat near the door that leads to the living room and across from him.
A cold breeze pass through me that causes me to shiver. It creeps into my nerves and it causes my head to ache.
This is weird.
Austin stops what he's doing and looks at me with confusion written all over his rugged features. His eyebrows furrowed.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I replied.
You are flirting with the enemy. How can you be so stupid? Do you expect a happy ending with him?
The sudden thought comes into my mind. It came from nowhere, however I can't help but to feel the words. It later translates into me. It's like a cold water of truth that splashes onto me.
I am getting irritated all of a sudden.
"You became silent. What's wrong?" He asks. His hand touching my arm which I remove by dumping more of the jam onto my waffles.
"Nothing. I'm just wondering, you know a lot about me but I know nothing about you."
That's right. You have to show him that you're not okay with this. That you will never forget what he's done to you.
He swallows a mouthful of the bacon and asks, "What do you want to know?"
"For starters, what's your name?"
"You know my name."
"You're lying," my voice comes out harsher than I could have wanted.
He knows what you mean. He's just feigning innocence.
There is a long pause as we stare at each other. His crystal blue eyes are getting darker but his voice is deceiving. With a calm tone, he breaks the silence, "Do you want to get rid of me, Heidi?"
Hearing him say my name stops me by my tracks. It holds such intensity that I could not look away.
"No. But if I am going to, you know the reason why."
"Why? What did I do to you?"
Unsolicited thoughts come rushing and I can't help but to let it out of my system.
"You killed my brother, remember? And you're going to kill me too, eventually."
"If I wanted to kill you, I would have."
"So, you're not going to tell me anything."
I can feel my defenses fall as he distances himself from me.
"It's a curse. You can't break it. And if I give you the power to cut me off, it will be the end of me."
"That's not my problem."
He stands up and places his plate on the dishwasher.
"Enjoy your breakfast," he replied. "And by the way, he's in town."
"Who?"
"Tim."
Before I know it, he's gone. I don't care about Tim. He can live in this town for all I care but what worries me the most is the newfound feeling of hatred- hatred towards everything.
The bacon and waffles are delicious so I finish it off before getting ready for work.
I have to come to work with a clear mind so I did a short breathing exercises until I feel a little bit better.
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