Adonis's POV For the first time, I don't feel any happiness standing next to our coach in the middle of the team with a huge trophy clasped in my hands, posing for the camera. I didn't really play well or contribute much to the game but still we won because we got some excellent players on the team. Throughout the game I was distracted. I kept looking for Theo among the crowd during the whole first quater that even our coach noticed and scolded me heavily during the short break at the end of first quater. Just as the second quarter began, I saw the girl, Sana coming hurrying down the blazers and taking a seat at the front. But Theo wasn't with her. Still, for a little while, I desperately continued searching the crowd, hoping to see forest green eyes somewhere. But he never came. Adrien goes to talk to the girl once our photo section is over. For a moment, I think about going to them and asking Sana what happened to Theo. But then I decide not to. I don't want to give her and my be
Adonis's POV I drag open the door to see the sight of Theo fast asleep on his large white bed, a white duvet covering his body upto his stomach, revealing his right hand held tight against his chest in a white plaster cast. The sight was at once distressing but also dainty. He looked like a fragile little creature, lying there in the middle of the huge king sized bed, looking totally vulnerable. Gently closing the door behind, I quietly walk towards him and stare at his face, slowly sitting down on the edge of the bed. Although he still looked beautiful, his delicate pale face clearly revealed distress and weakness. He looked extremely tired and troubled, unlike how he looked totally peacefull, sleeping on the hotel bed during our camp. "Theo.." I call him softly. He hums to me, still in sleep. "Little one.." I say and touch his cheeks. His face was hot against my fingers. I press my palm on his forehead and he was literally burning. "Gosh! What happened to you little one?" He su
Theodore's POV "Are you feeling any better now?" Adonis asks me with concern, sitting beside me and gently brushing his fingers through my hair. I nod to him, and he slowly withdraws his hand after removing a few of my locks from my forehead. Then he adjusts the pillow under my head and pulls my blanket up a bit more. "Go to sleep. You'll feel better," he says and gently pats my cheek as I stare at him. He hasn't said anything about the kiss yet. Maybe it's normal for him to kiss people like that. But it's not normal for me. And I don't know what to expect from him next! "Are you leaving?" I ask him. "No, I'm only leaving after feeding you lunch. Don't worry, I'll be here when you wake up," he says. I look at him confused. "Why'd you do that?" "Because I want to take care of you?" He says. "So, are you planning to come again soon?" I ask. "Yeah, I'll come tomorrow morning," he replies, nonchalantly. I couldn't help but frown at him in surprise. "Why? You don't want me to come?
Adonis's POV Today the security guard casually opens the gates for me as soon as I hop out of my car. However he furrows his brows a little, glancing at the plastic bag in my hands and then looks at his watch as I pass him and enter into the drive way. It was only past 8 am. I couldn't wait any longer to see Theo. In fact, I couldn't even sleep properly yesterday. I kept thinking about him the whole night. I went to sleep at 3 am or something and was wide awake even before 6. Then I went to the kitchen and made some chicken soup and Turkey sandwiches along with herbal tea for Theo and quickly packed them before Mom could wake up and catch me cooking. She thought I got basketball practice today and that's why I left early. Miss Brown, the maid lady from yesterday is the one who opens the doors for me. "Wow Adonis! You came so early!" she says in surprise. Yesterday afternoon when I left, I had told her I'd come again today but it looks like she definitely didn't expect me here this
Theodore's POV "How did it happen?" Adonis asks, glancing at my arm whilst buttoning down my shirt. Thankfully he let me change my shorts in the bathroom and only insisted on helping me wear my shirt. Currently he stands hovering in front of me while I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at his adam's apple and his strong chin with sharp jawline. "You had a nightmare and rolled out of the bed?" "Oh..hmm.." I nod. He gently grabs my arm and softly rub my fingers. Then he suddenly bends down and kisses my palm, once again taking me aback and giving me butterflies in my stomach. "How did you manage to roll out of the bed when you have such a large bed, little one?" he asks looking up at my face while I stare at him, still not out of the shock from the kiss. "I-I somehow......don't kiss me like that!" He smiles and leans down, kissing over my plaster cast. I feel more butterflies take birth in my stomach although his lips didn't touch my skin this time. "I kissed you so that your h
Theodore's POV In the soft glow of my sunlit room on Sunday afternoon, I lie upon my bed with pillows surrounding me, my gaze fixed upon the hands of the brown clock on the opposite wall above the windows, their graceful movement echoing the rhythm of time itself. As minutes slip away, my eyes trace the delicate unending springs of the thin bewitching second hand, the movement both mesmerizing and tantalizing. The minute hand deliberately continuing it's journey towards 12, the hour hand impatient to touch 3. But then in an hour it will leave 3 and go to 4, then to 5 and 6 and 7. What a Casanova! I wonder if Adonis lost interest already. He said he'll definitely come today, but didn't come yet. Maybe he finally realised this is just too foolish and he is simply wasting his time. Maybe he decided to find someone else. If so, good! But can't he just be my friend? It was nice spending time with him. The last two days were great. Although I wasn't feeling very well physically, I was
Adonis's POV I stare at Theo in fascination as his green eyes, wide with wonder, roam the expanse of the art gallery, taking in the kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that adorn the walls. Each stroke of the artist's brush seems to be telling him a story and I feel happy with my choice to take him here instead of to an arcade or a park. Simply looking at his bright face, I feel my heart melt. The soft light from the gallery's skylights cascades upon his features, brightening his every smile and gasp of awe. And I feel just so content, simply standing by his side, holding his hand and watching his every movement. I loosen the grip of my fingers on his left hand as I notice the little fingers protruding from his plaster cast itching with an uncontainable desire to touch the canvases. But strangely, he doesn't let go of my hands. He holds me tightly whilst smiling at the painting of a serene landscape with vibrant colours. "It reminds me of our camp," he tells me. I smile, glancing at
Theodore's POV "Did you do it again as a one time thing?" Adonis asks, staring at my mouth as I chew down the food, my lips shivering and face twitching in nervousness. "I don't know," I reply and lean forward to take another bite of the burger. But he quickly pulls his hand away. I look down at my lap, too nervous to look at his face. "I just wanted to thank you for making me lunch." He places the burger back on the plate. "So, that's how you say thanks, little one?" He asks. I don't look up. "Hmm..but that wasn't enough." "What?" The next moment, two strong arms grab my knees and spread them wide before I feel his warm lips on mine, his body press against me and his hands cups my face. "That wasn't even barely enough," he feeds huskily into my mouth before starting to devour my lips. I can't make myself to pull away as an intense desire washes over me with his each passionate peck. I wrap a hand around his shoulder and close my eyes, melting into the kiss. His lips, like pow