TWENTY TWO

pov : aira

The slight movement of his chest beneath my palm made me look up to check if he was awake. Sure enough, he was wide awake. His blue eyes were wide and frantic. He shot upright in bed and looked around. I remained quiet, letting the surroundings sink in his mind. After only a moment of silence, his eyes met mine and just as usual, it made my stomach tingle with sparks.

He looked at the bed and looked back at me once again. I smiled at his confused expression. He looked down at his palm and saw the cloth wrapped around it. He frowned.

"You cut your palm. You got drunk." I said to ease his confusion. "I brought you here. I thought it would help you forget things. Are you okay no—"

My body got lifted into the air and when I was placed down, I was sitting on his warm and comforting lap. My cheeks tinted themselves red as he kissed my cheek, hugging me closer towards him. "I'm sorry Cupcake. I'm so sorry—"