"Let me." he took my bag from me when we stood up from our seats.
His left hand was holding the strap of the bag while the right one reached for my hand.
We decided to leave after he convinced me to go to his unit. At first, I insisted that I can just book a hotel, but agreed later on because I also need to mend my wound.
Or no... it wasn't just because of my wound.
"Have you eaten?" he asked softly as we walked to his car.
I shook my head and gripped his hand. His eyebrows furrowed because of my response, but he wasn't able to say anything because upon reaching his car, I noticed that he was using the one that he brought to the party, and a question arose in my head.
"Where's your range rover?" I pursed my lips and looked at him annoyingly when I remembered something.
"In our house." he said in his deep voice while his hand was fiddling with my fingers.
His answer made me so confused that I stopped walking. We are now beside his car.
"You don't use it anymore?" I curiously asked.
"I thought you wouldn't want to see that car... because of what happened..." he slowly said, which made me feel guilty when I remembered the incident that happened in his car.
"I'm sorry." I said and looked away because of embarrassment.
When I didn't hear anything from him after a few moments, I looked up and I was greeted by his gentle gaze and a slowly growing smile on his face.
"You're what?" he asked, slightly tugging my fingers.
If I couldn't see his face, I would think he was teasing me, but then his eyes are telling me that he wants to hear it again.
I licked my lower lip and let out an inaudible sigh. His gaze then went down for a second but it went back to my eyes.
"I'm sorry..." I paused. "I'm sorry if I misunderstood you. I'm sorry if I didn't trust you enough. I'm sorry for all the things I said.." I closed my eyes tightly because of awkwardness when I noticed that he was looking at me the whole time. "Can you stop-" I raised my free hand and tried to cover his eyes but he dodged and let out a faint chuckle.
"I'm glad you apologized, but I understand where you were coming from. It's okay."
The softness in his voice made my heart swelled that all I did was to stare at him. I only got distracted when he bent to plant a kiss on my temple.
A very familiar feeling that I only felt with him suddenly invaded my system that I couldn't help but to grow a small smile.
Whatever I am feeling whenever I am with him, I'm sure that it's not something shallow, because it's something deep. It's something I didn't want to acknowledge before, but now...I want to face it. I want to feel this more. I want to recognize whatever I am feeling for him.
This familiar yet unfamiliar feeling may new to me, but I am ready to concede it.
I still have a lot of questions in my mind, but one thing is for sure, my feelings for him aren't one of them, because it's not something questionable, but something certain.
"Get inside." he opened the door for me so I went inside of his car.
He then fixed my seatbelt when I finally settled myself on the seat. When he's done, I thought he would go to the driver seat, but he stood near me for a few moments and remained staring at my face before letting out a sigh. I moved a bit when he raised his hand and caressed my cheek, where my bruise is probably.
