ARIEL POV I sighed for the umpteenth time, holding to the novel I was reading. A teen fiction, apparently which focused on a young teenage boy who struggled with feelings for both same and opposite sex. As much as that seemed frightening, the plot twist only made me dig deeper. It was the little I could do to while away time, and most especially the thought that I missed Ryan. I tossed and turned, trying to concentrate with the book I was reading, but my thoughts kept splitting from my phone to the novel in hand. I was waiting for Ryan's text message. Not only that, but I had texted him a few minutes ago, asking about his travel to Italy and if he had settled down. But sadly haven't received a reply. Maybe he is busy,' my subconscious hinted. I held my breath while engaging In an internal brawl between myself and myself. I inhaled and exhaled, as I sat up on the bed, checking my phone again. I let out a groan, before releasing the phone off my hand. “I shouldn't worry. He is f

RYAN POV I wasn't sure what I felt about that question from Ariel, but I was angry. I was furious, my body trembling with anger. Different questions ran through my head as I stared angrily at her. How did she know about Evelyn? And what gave her the effrontery to ask about her? Just because we were getting close does not give her the permission to pry into my personal affairs- to ask personal questions. “You should go to sleep, Ariel. Goodnight.” Calming down, I said, making sure my voice wasn't raised. I walked towards the door, not until her voice stopped my motion. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked such a personal question. My inquisitiveness got the best of me.” Now she is talking, but because I was still feeling tense and angry at her choice of question, I needed more space and time to clear my mind. Her words triggered many things in me. “If you would like us to still be on good terms, be careful of the question you ask. We aren't so close.” I opened the door, walking

RYAN POV I smiled, reminiscing the event that happened the previous night, the thought of sleeping on Ariel, bringing me to chuckle. It was even weird that I saw the stain of her lips stick on my lips this morning. She must have kissed me. That naughty lady. Taking one final look at myself, I decided to leave the room for the dining. My eyes met with Ariel the moment I stepped into the dining room, as she quickly looked away. My lips curled into a small smile, as I sat looking at her intently. With a flirtatious smile, I winked at her, as her cheeks turned crimson. “What are we eating today?” I asked, as she began dishing out my breakfast. “Something light. Just toasted English muffins and coffee. I hope you love it.” I nodded, as she prepared to leave. My hand held her wrist, preventing her from moving further. She stopped, as I felt her tensed up a bit. “Ariel, can you sit with me?” I wasn't sure that came out, but I'm glad it did. She sat gently, as she still didn't meet

ARIEL POV I should have been more careful. That was what I kept chanting inwardly, as I stared at him, words stuck in my throat. He doesn't look good about it. "I just felt like writing about it. If you don't like it, I will stop.”I darted my eyes sideways as I spoke. I could feel his gaze fixed intently on me. I knew I had crossed the line at that instant. I should have been more careful with the laptop. "You just thought? Seriously Ariel? I'm pretty sure you portrayed me as the villain in your novel, right?”That seemed to get me a bit tense. What does he even mean? I forcefully raised my eyes, trying to read his expression. "Oh, let me guess. Ryan is an asshole. He has anger issues. He is a confused fellow.....” That was it. I needed to stop it. "That is definitely your insecurities talking, Ryan. You need to calm down, “His eyebrows arched, as he let out a forceful sigh. "We are imperfect, yes, but that doesn't mean I will paint my husband black. I'm a writer, but the way

ARIEL POV I was no doubt feeling more than giddy since last night. The sharing of childhood moments, or the moment of embracing. I felt a chemistry between us. Yesterday gave me the confidence boost that we were both close to being in love.Or maybe I was overthinking. I tilted my head, staring back at the visual display of my dad on my laptop. "Dad, he really takes care of me. We even went on a date last night. I like him already. He complimented me a lot. I felt my heart almost melting. He is so ….” "Seriously, Ariel, take a chill pill.”I giggled at my dad's statement. "Dad, you were worried. Just filling you up. How are you doing, by the way?”He sighed, making my heart flip a bit. I hope there was nothing wrong going on. "I'm doing fine. I hardly see Samantha. Your company won't make her rest. Are you happy now?”I fought the urge not to roll my eyes at my dad's set of last words. "Daddy.”I whined, as he hissed. "I wonder why you won't fight for what is yours. Your mum wo