STUBBORN HEARTS<3 (complete)

Flying A Kite On The Mud

The old woman made me do a lot of stupid servants stuff. There were a lot of times that I cried

out of frustration and self pity. How in the world did they end up in this situation? Ugh! But I

have no choice since I learned my lesson pretty well with the old woman. Once she said

something, she means it.

Grandpa was different, though. He always jokes around, teasing his own wife. Sometimes I

wonder how two different people fell in love with each other. Much more, maintained their

relationship for such a long time. Grandpa was very kind and understanding to me, always

defending me up.

As for the pest, I can’t get over the fact that he can DO almost everything expertly. I hate to

admit it, but I kept on discovering new things about him. Like how good he is in cooking meals,

so much better than his mother, actually. Gah! What am I thinking? I’m pretty sure there’s

something he can’t do. Huh!

I drank the glass of water in one go then sighed contently when I started hearing sizzling sounds

from the dirty kitchen. I walked towards it. I saw the pest’s bare back facing me as he was

cooking something. I swallowed hard as I saw that he was just in his jeans, totally shirtless. I

leaned against the wall, slowly feeling myself sliding down to the floor when he suddenly turned

around. He raised his brows at me.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Ha?” I blankly asked back.

He chuckled. “Why are you sliding down the floor?”

“Ha?” I blankly asked again as I felt my bottom hit the floor.

“You’re hopeless” he shook his head as he turned back to what he’s doing. I bit my lower lip as I

saw his back again.

A growing need slowly boiled up in my veins. My mind was confused as I weakly fought the

thought of him being sexy. No one and I mean NO ONE has the right to have a sexy back like

this. And his tattoos were not helping at all. I felt myself standing up, totally dazed. The need

was now so intense that I found myself wanting to hug him. It’s not just a simple need, mind

you. The need to hug him or to be close with him is like needing air to breathe, needing food to

live, needing clothes and shelter for security, needing water to quench my thirst.

I started walking towards him, feeling like I’m floating or something. My arms rose as I planned

to wrap my arms around him. As my arms tightened around him, waves of sensations came

crashing over me.

Do you know what it feels like to drink a glass of frozen-cold water after not drinking for the

whole day? Or the feeling of taking a shower after being under the sun for three hours straight?

Or the tingling sensation when you’re peeing?

That’s exactly how I feel right now. The feeling doesn’t even come close to the satisfaction of

eating one pint of ice cream in one sitting.