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Well… you being angry…

Maya's POV

The sudden courage after seeing him like this—I didn't know where it was coming from. This closeness, which once made me uncomfortable, now started making me feel like I was used to it…

He was breathing heavily. I could almost melt on those hot breaths. Why is this happening…?

"Is my anger funny, Butterfly?" he said huskily and started leaning towards me. I kept going back until a sudden sneeze left his mouth.

"Achoo…" and I flinched.

"Achoo…"

"Achoo…"

More and more sneezes started coming. He kept rubbing his nose, making it red.

"We should get inside…" I said, looking into his eyes. He was about to say something when another sneeze came.

"You didn't wear something warm yesterday…" These words suddenly left my mouth, and he held my shoulder, making me sit straight beside him.

He kept rubbing his nose, and a soft chuckle left my mouth, seeing it turn into a tomato.

"Let's go…" I grabbed his hands and said, looking into his eyes.

I looked for his response, but not a word left his mouth. Finally, after a few minutes, he slowly nodded.

Getting inside the house, I looked everywhere to find something.

"Where is the kitchen?"

He looked up at me with his dark eyes and then changed the position of our hands—now he was grabbing mine.

Pulling me to the left, he kept walking, and I followed.

Once I saw the kitchen—

"Let go…" I said, and he hummed before sneezing again.

"Oh…" I let out a small sound, seeing his condition.

I grabbed a glass of water and started warming it up. Opening the fridge, my eyes searched for ginger and honey.

I did find ginger but not honey.

"Do you know where the honey is…?" I asked, looking at him, and he arched his eyebrows with a smirk.

"In front of you…"

A sneeze came again, and I shook my head.

"Can you handle spice?" I asked, walking toward the stove and putting the water to boil in a pot.

"Of course! What do you think I am? A child?" he said arrogantly, and I hummed, ignoring his presence behind me.

Grinding the ginger, I kept stirring the warm water and added a pinch of salt to it.

Pouring it into a small cup after refining it, I turned around and met his gaze. His eyes stared at me and then at the cup.

Pushing it forward, I gestured with my eyes for him to take it, and he did—without looking away from me. I turned around to clean the mess when I heard his loud voice.

"Ewww! I am not drinking it!" he shouted, and I looked at him again.

Placing my hand on my waist, I looked him up and down.

"And you said you're not a child…" I said sarcastically, and he looked at me with wide eyes.

"I am not! This shit is disgusting, Maya!" he exclaimed loudly.

"Give me honey with it, then I'll drink it," he said, placing the cup on the kitchen stand, and I frowned.

"I couldn't find it…" I said, looking at him.

"But I did…" he said and started coming closer. Before I could react, his lips were placed on mine, sucking them slowly. His saliva and mine collided, making my body feel warm. The touch was seductive. My hand grabbed his shirt, maybe trying to push him or pull him—I didn't know why. His tongue rubbed the small space between my lips, and I opened my mouth, letting him enter.

His tongue roamed everywhere, while his eyes stared into mine—intensely. I could taste the ginger and salt in my mouth, and I knew he was right… This medicine really was disgusting.

He pulled his tongue out slowly, and with a big suck on my lips, he finally left them.

He stepped toward the cup and picked it up, his eyes looking at me darkly with dominance.

But with one sip, he spit it all out, and I couldn't hold my laugh.

He looked so confident before—like he would drink everything…

"W…ar. m i..t u..p…" he stuttered while I just kept laughing. Turning his back, he sprinted out with quick steps, and I didn't miss the sight of his red ears.

Throwing the tea in the sink, I started preparing it again. But this time, I added sugar so he wouldn't taste the spice and bitterness.

Letting it warm, I finally poured it into a new teacup and walked outside. There he was, sitting on the sofa in the hall, playing with his phone.

"Rhys…" I called, and he looked up. I took slow, careful steps toward him and gave him the cup.

He looked at me, then at the cup. His eyes said he didn’t want to drink it.

"It’s sweet," I informed him, and he looked up—clearly flustered.

"I would have drunk it," he said quickly, and I nodded my head.

"Then should I make one again?" I asked, looking at him seriously, and he blinked twice before letting out a sneeze.

Small drops of tea spilled onto the floor.

He hissed and then slowly brought the cup to his lips, drinking while blowing small puffs of air from his mouth.

"Is it good?" I asked, looking at him.

And he hummed, letting me know he liked it.

Once the cup was empty, I raised my hand for him to give it to me. He lifted his hand with the cup, but before I could grab it, he let it go—

Grabbing my hand suddenly, he pulled me toward him, and I fell into him.

Placing both hands on my thighs, he pushed them up until they were settled beside him.

I just stared at his actions with wide eyes.

"Butterfly, you're making me fall…" he said, and I frowned, looking at him with a confused face before letting my gaze wander toward his back and torso.

"No…"

"You're sitting comfortably…"

And suddenly, he burst out laughing. My confused gaze kept looking at his face, which looked…

Cute.

Placing my head slowly on his chest, I let him laugh. His chest kept moving me up and down. Suddenly, a warm red hue spread across my face when his hands moved to my waist, holding me tightly—while his laughter never stopped…

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