Jeez, can't I sleep like a queen at least once? My frustration shoots higher as I fight the urge of drifting from oblivion when I need it the most. I'm unsure whether I'm dreaming or not when I feel someone shaking me gently. Oh, damn . . . I want to scream but I'm too lazy to even dare. For once I wish it's a dream and not reality.
If I'm not dreaming then it can only be one person."Sam, please, let me sleep just one more minute." I snuggle as she continues shaking me slightly. "Ugh, I feel drowsy; can't I just sleep the whole day?"A soft and sweet chuckle fills my ears. "I know that's why I made this little serum for you," a soothing voice replies, and I wince in ascertaining manner."Um . . ." I bolt up immediately, clearing my eyes and catch the blurred features of Mrs. Eleanor's sweet smile. Oh God! "You're back!" I exclaim gleefully."Surprise!" Eleanor utters cheerfully.Sam looks completely taken aback, despondent even. But I keep my eyes insistent. "Why? Has he said something?" she snorts, a mild anger filled in her eyes . . . the same reaction she gives whenever you tell her what she doesn't want to hear."No. I'm just saying that maybe he doesn't feel the same way. If not, then why would he keep the indifference? To play around with you? I don't think he's thatkind of a person," I say, clearing my throat. Sam frowns, but just momentarily."What did he tell you when he invited you here?" I ask, and Sam blanches.What's wrong with her? I squint my eyes at her quivering lips."Kira, I have something to confess," Sam mutters, and I look up at her. She's slightly fidgeting. "The truth is, between Liam and I, nothing extraordinary happened," she says, and I shoot a quizzical eyebrow. "We didn't even kiss like I told you before. We had nothing intimate."
"Morning," I answer crisply, watching Liam descending the stairs gaily. He's wearing a black fitted sweatshirt, his hands inside the pockets of his grey joggers.And my heart flips, as always. Such a foolish I am."Are you okay?" he asks, and I cynically huff a small laugh. He squints hard at the sound of it, probably wondering why I'm grumpy so early in the morning."I'm good," I reply and move my feet to wherever I was going, my rotten mood unchanged."Wait." Liam grabs my wrist deftly. His touch takes my breath away. "Are you angry at me?" he asks, a frown on his face.I slowly turn around to face him. His eyes are earnest. "Do I have any right to be?" I question while pulling my hand out of his.His lips harden in bemusement. "What is the matter wit—“"Oh, I nearly forgot; your mother said she had to leave early," I tell him while rubbing
I quickly change into a white max dress that's perfect for a lovely summer date.Except that I'm not going on a date. With my curls tied up, and brown sunglasses,I'm so good to go.My self-confidence is all that I need right now to beat my demons before they make me feel undeserving of good things in life."Long dresses are also beautiful on you, huh?" Malik comments when I step outside, his mien playful as always.What a tease."Is that supposed to be a compliment, Malik?" I laugh with a clear joy, and so does he with a slight shrug. "If it is, then thank you. I'm ready."Malik gives Liam a call to inform him about our little escape, and I choose to stay oblivious of their conversation as we near the helicopter. Cyrus, the pilot, regards me with a simple hello, and I answer as given."Ready?" Malik asks him after ending the call.
"I miss the ocean," I utter my inner thoughts, lost in my own trance as the afternoon stretches its wings under the blue sky.I miss home."It can't be a perfect summer without some salty water, right?" Malik slides his mobile on the table and graces me his full attention."Exactly.” Smiling, I glance up at him. "I mean, Montana is really nice, but I still miss L.A. I want to get tanned at the beach, hearing the sound of the waves, the swimming . . . I miss that.” Nostalgia blankets me.A long silence takes a reign, Malik's now-calm eyes pitching me some kind of avuncular concern. Did I say something unfitting? I feel like an incorrigible kid on the wait for the parental judgment. I hold my cooled drink once again.And suddenly Malik's face lights up and forms his infamous grin that never leaves anyone indifferent. He seems decided. What is he up to, though? My subconscious raises awa
He has no idea how striving I am to avoid any problem as far as our secret involvement is concerned. I take a deep breath, my feet heading for the stairs.But Liam doesn't let me go that easily. "What about dinner?"I halt by the staircase, gripping the handrails. "I had dinner already," I answer gruffly, whirling my gaze back at him."You did?" His voice is curt, displeased."Yeah. Would you like a receipt?" I sarcastically remark, making Malik block his mouth from laughing aloud.Liam's jaw constricts. Jeez! Well, he called for it. I stay firm."Actually, I wouldn't call that dinner, Professor," Malik says cautiously, eyes on me. "It was just a snack and—“"And I had enough for three," I interject."Well, if you put it that way, Professor." Malik laughs delightedly, successfully reading the signs. "I like your appetite, by the way.""Oh, shut up," I hiss, and he laughs even more.Jeez, there's no stopping him! I roll my eyes."You'r
Sam doesn't want to forgo about Malik and I have no intention in changing her decided mind. "So, where did you go with him? Did you get to kiss him?" She sits straight in my bed, ready to hear the nonexistent scoop.Jeez!"Why would I kiss him?" I chuckle, for it's pretty insane. Well, at least for my case with Malik as I'm already preoccupied and becharmed by the cowboy."You didn't?" Her tone is accusing."No! Stop being silly, Samantha Ford!" I scold as it’s a bit annoying."Gosh, you need to stop being a nun. I can get you a form to join the convent if you want." She laughs, arching my eyebrows in wonder. Does being single makes one a nun? I mentally pout. "I mean, when will you get laid already? Until you get married?""I don't know; maybe never?" I say recklessly, feeling somewhat hurt from the harsh truth, even though it's not a foreign speech comin
God, he is so barbaric. What tree has he fallen from?Eleanor rolls her eyes, which makes me laugh for real, and Malik only shrugs. I love the way he never gets offended by Liam's disturbing remarks. Such a lovely friendship they share."Who wants to go swimming in Miami?" Malik makes a dramatic inquiry."I do." Sam raises her hand immediately.And I . . . well, I follow suit.Malik smiles triumphantly. "See, brother? Winner takes all," he rubs it in, and Liam frowns."You should loosen up a bit, honey. What's the point of taking a leave if you're only going to confine yourself in this country house?" Eleanor says in a motherly way, but someone doesn't flinch a muscle."Don't worry, Aunt," Malik says. "I'll just cancel his ticket."I don't know why, but I always find them like two little boys who love bickering to one another.And it's kind of cute.Watching Mr. Intense sulking is as if I'm seeing the younger version of himself that I wish I knew. I
When it's time to leave Eleanor escorts us outside. She hugs each one of us in turn, insisting we have much fun in Miami. I hug her a little too longer when it's my turn, savoring the last feel of her warm embrace.God knows the emptiness I'm starting to feel from this point onwards."Take care, honey," she murmurs softly, her smile maternal."I will. Thanks for everything," I utter sadly.We all slide inside the van, and Peter hits the engine. Having one last opportunity to enjoy the beautiful Yellowstone and its landscape, it's precisely what I do throughout the ride.Sam and Malik engage into a conversation, and the rest of us remain silent to our thoughts. I can't describe what I'm feeling right now, but it's surely not something I could term as bliss.About an hour later we arrive at the same airport that landed us a week ago. I remember Peter picking