Deanara’s POV
“Aren’t you going to sleep?” He asked as he saw me sitting in the dining area typing on my laptop when it was already midnight.
We’re staying in a luxury room overseeing the whole city of the province. The interior design was classy with high-quality furnishings, there were arts on the walls, and the room was cozy and lit. Honestly, it’s like a romantic room. I hate walking around it because I imagine things I should be imagining.
For example, love making which I believe I shouldn’t be thinking but the whole room speaks romantic. It’s really for couples, more specifically for married couples. I don’t want to tell Gray because he might think of something. UGH! I hate this feeling.
“I told you I am sleeping on the couch,” he said as he leaned his back on the couch. He opened the curtain behind him and I saw the city lights. “I am not gonna do anything to you. Don’t you trust me?”
“I don’t.” I felt the hatred in my voice as I said that but it’s true. After everything, my trust is not easily given to him.
“Well...it’s up to you. I’ll sleep.” He leaned his back on the couch and covered himself with a blanket.
The room isn’t big and isn’t small. It’s normal or ordinary for two people. It’s like a small studio apartment but in an expensive way. There’s a small living room on the side, a small kitchen, and also a laundry area. The bed was also queen-size and it’s possible that we can sleep together in the same bed, but I don’t like to even if I want to hug Gray.
Damn! What the hell am I thinking?
I sighed and closed my laptop. I could no longer think of a new scene for my story so I decided to go to the bed and turn off the lamp.
There was complete silence while I stared at the ceiling because I can’t sleep knowing that Gray is just near me.
I thought he was already sleeping when he spoke.
“Do you still write?”
I didn’t bother looking at him and I just said yes.
“Really? I checked your account.” He said.
“I no longer write on this website.” I told him as I closed my eyes. I forget everything about it because it reminded me of Gray and it just makes me sad.
“Ah. That is why.”
“That is why what?” I asked, confused.
“Nothing.” He said. “Good night.”
I wasn’t sure if he said it or I am just assuming but I think I heard him say, I love you.
Well, I might be dreaming and who cares? I no longer want to care.
I woke up early to watch the sunrise. Gray was already up and the breakfast was already done. He was already standing on the glass window, waiting for the sunrise. I wanted to stand next to him but I would just remember that scene back home. It’s making me sad. The sunrise makes me sad as Gray reminds me of them.
“Do you still love the sunrise?” He asked, not looking back.
“Yeah.” I replied as I chewed the pancake. “Why?”
“Why do you like it?”
“Hmm…” I thought about it and shrugged. “Nothing. I just love it.”
“Really? You just love it?” He turned to me with a cup of coffee in his hand.
“Why? Do I need a reason to love things?” I simply replied.
“Why did you love me back then?”
I stopped chewing when he said that. I was stunned for a moment and decided to not answer it.
“You are not really going to answer me?”
“Why did you love me back?” I returned the question and almost blew the pancake in my mouth when he answered me.
“I still love you.”
I laughed. I really did. I was so happy to hear it but my mind was telling me not to believe in everything.
“Go. Just watch the sunrise. I’ll take a bath!” I said and immediately went inside the bathroom so I wouldn’t hear anything he would say.
I felt the warmth of my face as I stared at the mirror. I am still affected by him and I will always be affected by his presence. Damn! Gray is killing me. How will I be able to survive this?
I finished taking a bath and was already on my robe when I got out of the bathroom. Gray was leaning on the countertop drinking coffee when his gaze turned to me.
Our eyes met until he looked at my lips down to my neck.
I raised my brow. “Are you a pervert?”
“I have a question.” He seriously said that crept me out.
He dropped his coffee on the side and straightened his back.
“If you will not answer me with a yes or no, I will definitely kiss you.” He warned me.
“Go. Spill.” I impatiently said. “What is this again?”
“Do you still love me?”
I was taken aback though I managed to calm myself and shook my head.
“No. I no longer love you.”
He smirked and from his look he wasn’t convinced of my answer.
“Really?” He smiled like he won a lottery. “Then, why are you still wearing the necklace I gave you?”
Holy crap!