Chapter 387 - Three Hundred And Eighty-seven: Do To Me What You Want To Do (1/2)
The third point of view:
”What is it?” Emerald's deep male voice awakened her from her reverie. He ended the call to tend to her, having a feeling this was important, else she wouldn't come to his place by one in the night, right?
Yeah, what is it? What exactly did she come here to do?
”M-may I come in?” she couldn't believe she was stuttering. Cecil felt a patch of dryness in her throat and with the way her heart was pounding, it was as if she wanted to have a heart attack.
”Fine, you can come in, but I'm not decent - that's one on you,” He said, moving to the side to let her in.
Cecil sucked in a sharp breath as she passed him, the scent of the perfumed soap he had used in the shower wafting into her nose. It smelled manly yet with a trace of loveliness, and it was making her head swirl. Cecil had never felt this heightened around him - the feeling scared her.
”What do you want?” Emerald asked, and at the same time banged the door close which made her almost jump out of her skin. She was intensely aware of the fact it was just the two of them in a room with him wearing just a brief with the rest of his masculinity bared to her. Maybe she should have just waited for him to make himself decent.
”I er…” Cecil scratched the back of her head, ”What was she going to say with him staring at her like that. She felt a sudden fear overwhelm her when she realized the reason for coming here had completely escaped her mind. What was he going to think of her now?
”Cecil?” Emerald asked one more, face scrunched up in confusion.
”I met your woman out here,” she blurted out. Good going. Just great!
His brow arched questioningly
”Juliet,”
He scowled, ”I told you she's not my woman,”
”But she likes you,”
”So?”
”Give her a chance,” Cecil said the first thing she thought of, even though the tightening feeling in her chest was back. Why does it feel like she was speaking the opposite of what she meant?
”If this is what you came here to say then I'll advise you to kindly leave,” He gestured to the door, ”It's this way,”
”Juliet likes you and she seems to have this idea that I'm your first love - which is kind of stupid. I've said it's impossible but she doesn't believe me and -”
”Yeah, she doesn't believe you because it's true,” Emerald said.
”Alright… wait, what?!” Cecil's jaw dropped at once as soon as she fully comprehended what he just said. She glanced up at the man and the affection in his gaze made her heart miss a beat. No way.
”I've loved you for years even though it sounds pretty cheesy and stupid and I know you wouldn't believe me even if I told you that I never meant to leave you after that night,” He revealed to the thunderstruck Cecil.
When she had heard that from Juliet, it sounded ridiculous and didn't have the same shocking effect as now she was hearing it from the horse's mouth. It was impossible. There was no way he meant that right? Perhaps, he was pulling her leg and would yell ”April fool” afterward - even though it wasn't April - right?
Emerald conclusively clapped his hand, ”Well…. since you know that now, you should take your leave,”
”What?” Cecil was dazed when he grabbed her hand, intending to send her away.
”Wait, stop!” She pushed against his chest. Everything was happening too quickly she needed to find a balance.
”You need to leave,”
”Why?” Cecil looked him straight in the eye challengingly. She was tired of all the riddles and games.
”This is why?” Emerald said, pulled her to him in one clean swoop, and took her lips in a kiss.
It was all a blur that when Cecil's brain picked up on what was going on, Emerald had caged her in his arms. She could push him away like always and reclaim her freedom, but she didn't this time. She was tired of running and embraced all the feelings.