Heartthrob - COMPLETED

Chapter 32

Gregoria Pov

As I caught my first glimpse of him after two long years, I couldn't deny the magnetic pull he still had on me. Irwin McFlurry, the man who had captivated my heart since childhood, remained as handsome and alluring as ever. His presence was like a magnetic force, and try as I might, his thoughts had refused to be brushed aside over the past years. I found myself instinctively following him, unable to resist the curiosity and yearning that had built up over time. Gregoire and the others had gone to see Aunt Babei, but I chose to return with Gregory. The decision was deliberate, a quiet acknowledgment of the connection that still lingered between Irwin and me. As we made our way together, the anticipation of what lay ahead mingled with a certain nervous excitement. Gregory had offered to lend me his clothes, a practical solution to the fact that I didn't have any casual attire with me. The prospect of wearing Gregory's clothes brought a subtle joy to my heart, a connection to him that went beyond the physical.

I contemplated the difference in their clothing styles. Gregoire's clothes would likely be too baggy for me, but Gregory's seemed like the perfect fit. It wasn't just about the practicality of borrowing clothes; it was a way to maintain a low profile, even though deep down, I knew that nobody here would recognize me. The idea of slipping into Gregory's clothes became a symbol of a deeper connection, a quiet acknowledgment of the unspoken bond that had persisted through the years. As I prepared to immerse myself in his world once again, the mixture of emotions-nostalgia, excitement, and a touch of apprehension-formed a complex tapestry, weaving together the threads of past and present.

As we entered Gregory's room, a sense of tranquility enveloped the space. The room exuded a subtle elegance, with a master queen-size bed taking center stage and white marble adorning the floor. The walls adorned with paintings added a touch of personality to the room, creating an inviting and comfortable atmosphere. "These are some of my clothes. I don't know which one you want; you can choose whatever suits you. My pants, I don't think will make you comfortable," Gregory said with a laugh, his casual demeanor putting me at ease. The openness of his gesture made the prospect of borrowing his clothes feel less awkward.

I couldn't help but blush at his generosity. "Do you have shorts? I mean, yes, you must have. I mean, in my size, do you have them? Oh damn, what am I even asking? I'm sorry, I know you won't have them, and thank you so much," I stammered, the nervousness evident in my words. Gregory's laughter filled the room, a warm and reassuring sound. "Don't worry about it. I've got you covered. Let's see what I have," he said, moving towards his wardrobe. The genuine kindness in his demeanor made the situation feel more lighthearted, alleviating any lingering tension. As he rummaged through his clothes, I couldn't help but appreciate the comfort and ease that surrounded me in this unfamiliar yet welcoming space. The act of choosing an outfit became a shared moment, a simple exchange that spoke volumes about the camaraderie we shared.

Gregory's light-hearted laughter resonated in the room, creating an atmosphere of warmth and ease. "Shhh, you worry too much," he chuckled, addressing my concerns. "I have these shorts. Will they fit you?" Blushing, I responded in a whisper, "You should not ask a girl this; you are making me blush." The exchange, though slightly awkward, carried a playful tone that added to the shared moment. "You look so cute when your face is like that. I'm leaving the door open; you choose the clothes. I'll heat up lunch," Gregory said, his words laced with a gentle teasing quality that only intensified my blush.

"Yes, thank you," I replied with a shy smile, appreciating both his understanding and the opportunity to gather myself in privacy. As Gregory made his exit, heading downstairs, I was left alone in the room, surrounded by the subtle scent of familiarity. Taking a moment to explore the options in the wardrobe, I pulled out a shirt and instinctively brought it closer, inhaling its comforting fragrance. The scent, unmistakably Gregoire's, wrapped around me like a fond memory. The simple act of holding the shirt brought a rush of emotions, a blend of nostalgia and connection that transcended the physical. My gaze then fell on a bundle of socks and a pair of boxer shorts. Intrigued, I picked up the boxer shorts and marveled at their softness. As I held them, a sense of intimacy enveloped me, the tactile experience offering a glimpse into Gregory's world.