Laura P. O. V:

It's so comfortable. Unlike my creaky cramped bed.

I nuzzled into the soft duvet, clinging more into the divine plush. The buttery velvet caressed my soft skin, the embrace warm enough to be captivatingly safe. My eyes shut tight, breathing in the fresh morning mist, a warm streak of dawn lit up my calm sober face.

Trr. Trr. Trr...

The world is so cruel.

I peeped through my half shut eyes, catching a glimpse of the red neon clock beside.

Six thirty. Only.

It's too early for holidays. I hit the snooze button and snuggled into the other side of the bed, cherishing every single sweet moment.

Until.

My hand hit on a hard body.

Anger boiled in my hot blood, as I realized that he took advantage of me, every single chance.

That arrogant jerk. Let me smother him in his sleep.

Swiftly I opened my eyes, my hands clenched the pillow beside me. Furiously, I turned around to see a dumb sofa cushion, lying by my side.

Bummer.

I was slightly abashed, my ruffled face blushed pink. My mind reminisced last night. In the dreamy shade of moonlight, amidst millions of stars, our eyes shone like galaxies as we talked.

"Laura", his voice, deep and soft.

"Why are you here?",he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone need a favor in this dance club. What is yours?"

"Nothing much. I have saved enough for college. I just want to help."

"Come on. You would have something on your bucket list."

Bucket list?

My thoughts ran wild and blank as I muttered out the first thing which strike my mind.

"A live concert."

"A concert?", He asked, curiosity arose with a frolicsome smile.

"Yah. That's my one I always wanted to go."

My heart spurted into an unknown cadence, but all I know is that happy- calm rhythm, just like that shuddering calm rain muffled on the roof. A shiver of goosebumps ran all over me, as my mind replayed him, his seraphic smile which felt like a safe haven.

Are you kidding me! Laura! Snap it out.

I stepped down, clearing my mind away as my legs landed on the empty rugged quilt, with a pillow.

So this is where he slept.

Where is he?

I stood upright, my eyes searching all around which finally fell on the bright saffron glint of light from the closed door.

Through the small gap, I saw Christian standing half naked, his taunt muscles glistening with sweat trying to ballet, hard enough that his left foot bruised blue. He tried to take a swirl as he twisted his foot, his face twitched with agonizing pain. He groaned in pain, but he took a deep breath, got up diligently as he scrutinized his figure on the mirror.

"Practiced enough?", My strong voice tinted with authority, in spite of the solicitous concern.

"Good morning, sleepy head.", He said, breaking away from the mirror.

"Ready to do?"

"Pirouette, swirl, or Soubresaut, you name it", he limped his way to me, trying to ignore the fact that he was hurt.

"Christian. As far as I remember last night, we were on the wooden floor."

"Yes. You were right"

"And we talked about dance."

"Mostly", his face turned a foxy smile.

"Then how did I end up in the bed?"

"Sorry! You lost me there.", He said with a serious tone.

"What? Are you kidding?"

"Actually, you were too heavy. So I dragged you through the hall, holding your hand. Damn! You are heavy!?"

"You... Dragged.. me?", Anger boiled my skin. The distance between the hall and the bed is long enough that I could have broke my hand. I touched my right shoulder as I felt the dull pain, extending from my joint to my arm.

"I'm going to skin alive", I ran towards him, as my mind scratched all the lovesick memoirs lingering at the back of my mind.

How dare you!

I clutched his hard shoulder, his bare wet skin chilled on my hand. In a swift, he took me off the floor, holding me into his arms, our faces inches away from each other, his breath fanning on my face. I caught a close up look of his slight dimple on his left cheek, as his face lit up.

"This is how you held me, tight and whispered ,"I like you", he said, I got flushed like a ripe plum.

"David.", He added.

He looked deep into my embarrassed face, not a second does his gaze spilt down to my lips.

One genuine gaze.

Owwww..

He broke down, not able to bear my weight as he placed me with a slight thud on the wooden floor. His hands went on a reflex to touch his bruised feet as he groaned in pain.

"What happened?", I asked with tortured worry, my hands gently lifted his struggling face.

His struggle swiftly changed into a unknown mask, then turned into a soft smile, trying to veil his torment.

"Just a sprain", he unraveled from my touch as he tried to stand up.

"Shut up."

I pushed him back to sit down, as I rushed to get a bandage kit.

"Tell me where it hurts", I asked, as I pushed slightly the bruised area, trying to figure out the origin of pain. The pale white bandage tightened around his leg, covering most of his sole. The strong stench of ointment arose as I massaged it to the rest of the leg. Suddenly he twitched with pain, my heart skipped a beat.

"I'm sorry. Does it hurt?", My voice was soft.

"No. It doesn't hurt.", His unperturbed eyes looked at me, calm and sincere.

"For God sake, Christian. Please tell me where it hurts."

Right away, his hands groped around my waist as he pushed me closer, that I almost choked on his savorous scent. He looked deeper into my confused eyes, but this time with temptation. His selfish eyes gouged on mine, as I bit my lips. His bare skin sent chills to all over my body, my heart shooted stars, its booming beat could be heard loud and hard.

"Can't you see? It hurts here!", He said as he touched his heart.

Our faces were inches away, his lips slightly opened as I looked at it. The pale pink, almost like a baby's lips, showed a glimpse of his pearly whites. I took in his coffee mint breath as I slowly drifted into a dark space, where nothing but touch can set fireworks ahead.

"Why are you closing your eyes?", He said with a sarcastic tone.

I swiftly opened my eyes, looking at his totally different him, the Casanova face which stole and broke a lot of young hearts, his face full of devilish joy.

"God, you are too easy!", He sat back, as I pushed away from his gross slithering touch.

"Rule number one: Never play easy. NEVER."

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