Chapter 42
[A/N: My mind and heart are still not at their right places. But considering the fact that I promised professionalism with this series, I am writing it.]
"You adore her too, right?" He asked her back, only to make her see him again. She seemed so darn elated talking about her parents; he couldn't help but let the green monster roar.
She looked like she had understood his intentions, because now she was smiling mischievously at him.
"I adore you too, My Precious." She said, her voice taking on a consoling tone, but it felt to him as if she was teasing him more.
"Yes, considering the near death experience I have had, I find no fault in that statement of yours." He said, standing up and moving near her.
"Is that supposed to be an amorous statement, My Precious?" She asked, turning her head back as he was standing behind the rock she was sitting.
"No, that was supposed to be sarcastic." He stated, as he filled his hands with the never ending long silken strands of her hair.
"Aah. Sarcasm... I always have had much difficulty deciphering it." She leaned her head back, and laughed.
He shook his head with her, that was supposed to be the most ironic she had been tonight, and he couldn't help but join her in her laughter.
His hand weaved themselves into her hair on their own it seemed, and before he knew it, he was braiding her hair, while she hummed in that amazing voice of hers.
She stopped abruptly, and asked him, "Why are you not trying to kiss me anymore?"
He smiled, and answered kissing her hair that was flowing in his hands, "I don't think I could survive it right now, Cerulean."