Chapter 04
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Heavy.
My mind woke up because of a heavy thing on my body. I'm still sleepy so I ignored it. I'm thinking that it's maybe my blanket or pillow but it moves.
That's when I felt a strong set of arms on my waist that pulled me closer to the person behind me and a leg that was laying above mine.
Smells like Oren.
I was contemplating what it would be by thinking about the event before I went to sleep. That's when my eyes slowly opened then went wide, realizing that the barrier on us is gone and Oren is embracing me from behind.
I can feel my face reddened remembering he sleeps with only boxer on, complaining about the hot air even with ac.
The heat of his body is slipping through my thin clothes. Oren's face must be near because I can feel the warmth of his breath fanning on my nape. The hair on the back of my neck rose every time his air touched my skin.
If it's possible, my eyes widen more because I tried to move to escape from his arms but only bumped my butt on something long and hard. Morning wood.
I struggled to get out of his hold and he just hummed in response, pulling me closer. I'm feeling the damn pipe! Now my mind wonders how big it is.
Based on my conclusion, it can be compared to a Pringles.
I shake my head.
No, Ei. I'm gonna kill you for having that thought.
"Oren,"
I heard a murmur.
"Get your hands off me."
"Hmm…"
"Oren Blair!"
"What?" He said in a sleepy voice.
"Your hands! Take it off!"
"I'm sleeping— Argh!"
I didn't let him finish by elbowing his stomach. Oren grunted, releasing me so he could palm where I attacked him. That's my cue to escape and get a pillow with me to cover myself.
A weird sound came out of Oren's mouth. "You don't have to do that! Now I have awi."
I snickered. "Awi? You're not a child. You're a grown-up pervert!"
I know I've already touched something like that before but why did it need to be Oren?! The guy I just met and immediately hate? Really?!
Oren hugged his stomach, cooing himself. "That wasn't my intention."
I gritted my teeth. "Wasn't? It was so hard! It was against my butt!"
That made him still, then an amusement dance in his eyes. "How would I know? You don't have much of a butt to be felt."
My jaw dropped at his statement. Did he just tell me that I have a small butt? Oh, please. Stop me from strangling this dude.
I kneel on the bed beside him and spank him using my pillow. "f**k you!" And spank him again. Again. And again.
"Babycakes, stop!"
His f*****g cringy nickname add fuel to my annoyance that I hit him harder.
"Enough! Ouch!"
Oren grew tired of me so he stopped me from doing further violence and pushed me to lay under him. He caught the two of my hands to place it above my head.
The action shocked us. We both gaped at how small the distance of his face to mine. I don't know what got into me that I only stared at those green orbs he has.
Once again, I got lost.
The beating of my heart becomes even. Like I was at ease. Peace to be exact. A cliché scene happens. That one when you're both like in your own world. Just me and him.
We were having our moment when we heard a scream coming from the house next to ours that took us back from the little oblivion. Oren blinked and so I did. He lifted his body to stand, rubbing the back of his head.
My cheeks heat up so I also stand and look through the window to hide the red stain on my face.
"Ipis!" A scream from the other house.
I let out a sigh as a hand went to my forehead. Someone ruined the moment because of a cockroach. Oren forced himself to take a peek outside as another scream was heard.
"What are they saying?"
I looked at his adorable confused expression. "Cockroach."
Oren grimaced. "I hate cockroaches too."
I just shake my head. I go down to the kitchen and he follows. I only know a few dishes so I guess we'll be eating whatever I cook because I'm sure as hell this guy doesn't know anything in the kitchen.
That's what I observed last night when we only ate noodles because we're hungry and can't wait for food and man, he doesn't know how to put seasoning on the boiling noodles.
A devil smirk crept into my lips. I decided to torture him a little for stressing me.
I cooked while Oren just sat on one of the high chairs. After I'm done, I put the pinakbet on the center of the table together with rice.
Oren immediately pinched his nose. His face contorted as he smelled what we're having for breakfast.
"What's that smell?" Oren asked, still covering his nose.
"Smell of food," I said in a teasing manner.
He's not moving so I do the honor of putting food on his plate. My eyes rolled at the term.
The guy panicked. He reached to stop my hand when he saw me move to put pinakbet on his plate. "What are you doing?"
"Blind? Can't you see?"
He gave me a look. "I don't want to eat that!"
"Do you know how to cook?" Instead I said.
It confuses him but still answers, "no."
I nodded. "You know there's a saying that when you don't know how to cook, then don't eat."
"So?"
I sighed. "You're just gonna eat so you don't have the right to complain." I tell him, ignoring his remarks and continue to put pinakbet on his plate.
I start to eat but he only stares at it. Then gaze up at me with puppy eyes that would never work.
"Can I have a burger instead?"
"I'll buy you one after you're done." I'm not that heartless after all.
He glared at my words. "What am I, a kid?"
"You tell me."
Oren stamps his feet but still eats. Like he had a choice duh. His face would form into a sour everytime he puts the spoon on his mouth. I think he got full by drinking water after forcing himself to swallow.
The little one in my mind that has wings with a thorn smiled at me. Now I know what way I'm going get even with him.
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