Be Your Own Spring novel Chapter 59

Cute?

Why the baloney are my cheeks heating up?

I notice that these days he calls me alot of endearments like;

Cute, beautiful, gorgeous, lovely, darling?

It felt a little weird to be listening to those lovey dovey words from his mouth.

But a good weird, a kind of weird, which has my heart racing out of my rib cage. A kind of weird, which has my breath fastening. A kind of weird, which has heat creeping up to my cheeks making me blush furiously. A kind of weird which has my hands sweating. A kind of weird which makes me want to kiss him. A kind of weir-

"Zella?" I heard Kezr snapping me out of my thoughts about weirdness.

"Huh?" I asked baffled.

"You have been standing there and reciting something like a mantra, mind telling me-"

Kezr said with an amused expression on his face.

He was leaning against the kitchen island with his one hand on the island hanging and the other one was in his hair messing it up.

And only one word came through my mind.

Hot, sexy, gorgeous, handsome, sexy-did I say that already?

Okay more than one word but you get my point.

"-why do it?" Kezr completed but I didn't listen to a single word he said as I was too busy drooling over him.

"What?" I asked confused for the umpteenth time today.

He chuckled, throwing his head back. It's an amzing sight to see.

No, no donot doze off again, or he will repeat what he said and you will reply with your usual 'huh?' And he'll think you are deaf and he will take you to the hospital-

"ROZELLA FUCKING HEZNAYA!" I flinched, winced, jumped, fell back on the sofa, startled, all at once, when I heard Kezr's voice booming in the kitchen.

I got out of my thoughts for the hundredth time today and looked at him to see him looking extremely angry at me.

"W-what happened?" I asked confused and scared that I might know why he is angry.

"I repeated my question three fucking times, and you ignored me. If Iam that boring that you doze off while Iam speaking, then don't fucking pretend to listen when you're clearly not!" He yelled, hurt evident in his voice.

Before I could say anything, he left the kitchen. His heavy footsteps were echoing in the penthouse, and I heard the door to his room slam shut.

Tears were already rolling down my cheeks, I got up from the sofa and composed myself.