"Alright."

I cut off the phone call, huffing before I get up and make my way out of the guest room.

It has been two days from the incident of the recent attack that happened on me. That night had passed normally as we both retired to our rooms. The next day Jay had gone for some meeting on getting the thugs out from the system, the how and who is still a mystery to me but somehow he had managed to get the ones alive and well away from the PD.

The two that are hospitalised are being treated and drugged heavily so the PD cannot investigate them.

He also managed to get my personal belongings to me the very day.

Things are running smooth with us.

Though tentative, and still none the wiser, we are taking each day at a time. I can't exactly expect a guy to love me like he did when he had been lead to believe that I had chosen to burn myself alive rather than stay with him. I can't even imagine the different thoughts that must be plaguing his mind.

And technically it is hard for me to expect that all that I had been believing for all this time was a lie, that I had played right in the palms of whoever wanted me away from him.

Because what else will be the purpose of that if not to keep me away from him?

I knock on Jay's bedroom door to see if he is in, but receiving no response I assume him to be either out or downstairs.

As I go to check downstairs, I realize that another reason for me not asking him about the note, or talking about that night is guilt. Guilt of doubting what we had. Guilt of never realising the loopholes. Guilt of assuming he did it on purpose when I should've known better.

I am ashamed to say the least.

I find him in the living room, sitting on the couch with his laptop on his lap. His fingers rest relaxed as he scrolls every few odd minutes all the while reading whatever he had open.

I stay by the doorway, leaning on it as I study him.

His black hair are messy, probably a result of him not bothering to brush it after he got up today coupled with his constant habit of running his hands through his hair.

His broad shoulders are clad in a grey v neck, the material a bit taunt to accommodate his muscular physique. The area of his biceps stretch the material to the fullest, flexing whenever he moves, especially as his left hand comes to absent-mindedly play with a dog tag necklace that he had on.

I shake my head at him, smiling slightly as I knock on the doorway, walking towards him once he tears his eyes away from his laptop. Seeing me come, he says a quick greeting as he sits straighter and keeps the laptop on the glass coffee table in front of him.

"Morning to you too," I chirp, plopping down next to him as he turns to face me, my heart skips a beat, he is still being as attentative as he was. "I assume that is the last of it's kind."

He playfully narrows his blue eyes at me once he sees me gesturing at his T-shirt before answering, "I can't even deny that. All my casual attire needs cleaning and I was not about roam around naked with you here."

I flinch inwardly, him being shirtless never was an issue between us before. Outside I just smile at him to keep things playful, "Wish I had not left my phone upstairs. Man it is rare to see you in these tight shirts."

He chuckles, "Obviously. Wearing tight shirts is not attractive or comfortable at all."

"I beg to differ. Men in tight shirts are attractive."

"And it is the reason why models have to do it. I am telling you, females have weird concepts."

I gasp dramatically, bringing my hand to rest over my heart to complete the act. "What a horrible thing to say! We do no such thing."

The deadpan look he gives me, makes me burst out laughing. It takes me a few minutes to control the resulting giggles, looking at him to see him looking right back at me, a soft look in his eyes and a small smile on his lips.

We take a moment to take each other in, again.

It's almost hard for both of us to believe that the other is right here, with us and we are talking like this again. At times it feels like a dream, one that we fear we might wake up from soon. And we are desperate not to let this go, dream or not.

He clears his throat, looking away first to break the trance. It hurt a bit, knowing he would rather look at the laptop than keep on looking at me like that, but I understood.

I am the one who found my hatred and lose was a lie, but he didn't.

Not yet.

So I change the topic, "What are you reading?"

Comfortable with this topic, he indulges in telling me about his small company, one he had just started working on a few months ago.

And that's how we spend a better part of the day, talking about how his company started, what made him decide for a legal business to what it took for him to get a structure ready.

We took breaks, cooking in middle every time we got hungry or ot deviated from the main topic.

It is around four in the evening when I hesitatingly clear my throat, breaking the silence that had just set in. Jayden looks up at me, raising an eyebrow at me for me to continue.

"Jay, Can we- I mean you don't have to, but can I visit Sarah?"

I see him tensing for a second before his lips pull up in a sad smile, his voice heavy with emotions reply, "We should. It's been too freaking long."

I stare out of the window, looking at the trees surrounding us but not really looking at them. My mind wanders to the thought of my best friend, her memories coming up and assaulting my mind randomly. From the day of her thirteenth birthday, to the day she got sick in grade 4, the first day we met, to the days she cried when her heart broke for the first time and to the day she finally left us.

I breath out shakingly.

How am I to face her, knowing how I have cursed her brother in front of her all these years over a lie? How am I to ask for her forgiveness for judging her brother and breaking his heart when I promised to never do that?

The two girls sit huddled together giggling uncontrollably. The blonde girl has a constant red hue on her face as her best friend teases her about her crush on her brother finally getting attention.

"I can't believe you both. It took you guys so much time to realize your feelings." Sarah laughs, shaking her head as her beautiful blue eyes shine in mirth.

"Sarahhh... don't tease me. And about that, you can blame your brother for it, he was the one who is so stupid."

Sarah nods at her blonde friend, snorting as she says, "I can't believe I am related to that doofus. I mean, all of us. Even our parents, that are hardly ever home knew he loved you before he realised it himself! How dumb is he? You sure you wanna date him?"

The blonde girl narrows her grey eyes at Sarah, "You knew he loved me all those nights where I would moan about him ignoring me? Didn't you think of telling me to put me out of misery?

Sarah shrugs indifferently, "Meh. Where is the fun in that? Plus I wanted to see how much time would it take him to work out his own feelings."

The blonde only rolls her eyes at her best friend's antics, used to her by know.

"Hey, Lynie. Can you promise me something?"

The blonde girl nods her to continue, eager to know what made Sarah so serious.

"Lynie, my brother is stupid and often messes things up, despite doing his best to make things right. He has no idea how to express his feelings and is bound to make mistakes. Please, remember that he loves you every time that happens. Make him work each time he messes up, but never leave him."

Smiling at her best friend and her love for her sibling, Ashlyn takes Sarah's hand and gives it a squeeze. "I promise to be there for him, no matter what."

They sit in silence for a while before Sarah tugs Ashlyn up, pulling her to stand squealing, "Let's get you clothes for your date."

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