Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Never Hated You : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

He swallowed hard, his Adams apple hopping a little in his throat. I must've been paying too much attention, too much that I began to notice the beard bumps on his neck. Not only the beard bumps, but also the acne, the tiny hairs, his hair pore, and a tiny scar from an injury he must've sustained while shaving. My eyes wandered upwards; his beards were thin lined, looking very curly and suiting on him, an evidence that he took extra care of them. His lips were a light shade of pink, and although they looked a bit dried and cracked, they were still enticing. His nose, perfectly structured and edged, had about three strands of hair in it. The hairs would've been invincible if I had not been in so much tight proximity with him. When I finally got to his eyes, they were looking right back me, those hazel eyes, they were studying me, so intensely that I feared about what they already knew. I held my breath as we kept our eyes on each other, afraid that if I breathed, something wo

We didn't speak to each other the following morning. A long drenched cold silence stretched across us as she sat in the living room and I went to the kitchen, and gosh, I hated that. This wasn't us, it never was. It was the first time we ever woke up still feeling angry at one another. I broke three large eggs into a bowl, trying to make myself some scrambled eggsa, but I paused, looking into the living room to find Sasha still staring at the television screen, and my heart broke a little. I knew too well that she'll probably starve that morning, and that was because she can't get herself to do anything whenever she's angry, meaning she probably wouldn't make herself breakfast. Now that I think about it, that must've been why she ordered last night instead of making dinner when I had just brought home fresh goods. And she likes to have a proper breakfast meal for breakfast, not burger or hotdog or donuts or anything like that, and I was pretty sure there wasn't a place where som

I was still very angry and couldn't just concentrate on one thing, not until it was twelve O'clock. I carried that anger bottled up inside me and left my office, heading for the all staff meeting. “ Keep cat-walking like that and you'll be late”, Galinda said from behind me, catching up with me. “ I'm not cat-walking”, I said defensively, and amused at the same time. “ Sure, you're not. You're just placing one foot in front of the other as you walk, just like the perfect gentleman that you are”, she teased. “ Oh please, spare me that”, I rolled my eyes as we both chuckled. “ But seriously, just a pair of heels and a heavy make-up, and you will make one fabulous drag queen. I can even bet you'll win this season's Rupaul's drag race”. “ Sasha, are you saying that I'm effeminate?” That was a really serious question, because hell, I thought I wasn't, so how did contesting for and winning a drag race get into our conversation. “ You sure are, although you try to hide it v

I dropped by at the hospital with my broken heart. Basil was still looking so peaceful while snoring away, and he was becoming less paler, but he wasn't waking up, and the frustration from that almost made me cry. After spending about thirty minutes or so there, I left. When I drove to the parking lot in my apartment building, Cole was there, waiting for me in front of his car. I rolled my eyes as I went ahead and parked my car. I really wasn't in the mood for any long talks, at least not with Cole because precisely, I knew I shouldn't be mad at him, but I was, and I knew that things were not going to get settled without at least, a little bit of drama, and trust me babe, I was in no mood for any kind of drama. He followed my car and stood at my door. “ What are you doing here?” I asked as I got out of my car, “ like, what exactly do you want?” “ I just want to say that I'm sorry, okay? I am”. “ About what? Tell me, what are you sorry about?” My arms were folded. “

He looked different. And it wasn't just his looks, it was also how the chemicals in my body reacted upon seeing him. He was wearing a milky-white packet shirt drapped on top of wine colored pants, with a matching wine colored long jacket, and was walking towards me like Gigi Hadid on a runway, with a breathtaking smile on his lips. “ Hi”, he said, holding me by the waist and planting a long kiss on my cheeks. I smiled into the kiss, relishing in the smell of his perfume. “ Hey, how're you doing?” I asked. “ How was your night?” The smile was still on his face and his right arm was still around my waist. “ It was nice. I got enough adequate sleep if that was what you were asking, even though I don't know how I ended up coming late even when I woke up on time”, I looked at his face more observantly, “ there is something different about you but I can't quite point at what exactly it is”, I said and he chuckled, “ it's your hair, you got a new haircut”. “ Yeah. You like it