Half Hope, Half Love | ᴜɴʀᴇǫᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

3| Where Love And Desire Meet

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English is not my first language.

Kindly ignore any typos, grammatical mistakes and verbal uncertainties.

The deep pitter-patter of the heavy rain reverberated through the window shutter of my apartment as I adjusted in my sleep, pulling the blanket tightly around my curled body.

The need to make the necessary call to check on his well-being was increasing through each passing minute.

I glanced at my silent phone, time being past midnight and seeing that there were no missed calls from him, eventually I settled on going back to sleep.

Which proved to be a tougher task 'cause half of my stupid self was wondering if he got home safely while other half threw cactus at the first half for making such speculations of him reaching home at his first date, stubbornly making me imagine various interesting and steamy ways he might be enjoying his date with Kiara.

Hell, no! Heath wasn't like that. As far as I knew, I was fairly informed of all his barely touched relationships with women and none of them involved his own will but was rather, forced upon him by his very own father, who, if he ever got the chance to confront bravely, was going to get the piece of his mind someday.

But that was out of question, since Heath barely visited his home, let alone having good relations with his father.

As for his mother, he never mentioned anything about her, except for the day she was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis and I still remember the day he asked me to leave him alone, after hearing of his mother's sickness, which I clearly protested against and he gave me his one reserved look of You-better-back-out-before-I-turn-into-a-wolf which did pretty much of a harm to my already bruised dignity.

I clutched the blanket around my fingers, wetting my lips in deep thought but after a minute of being held prison by my own evilness, I kicked the pillow in frustration and decided to give in to my conscience for once.

When he didn't respond after my second call, I knew he wasn't home, or he was already asleep after his strenuous date.

Or maybe he loved every inch of it.

Deciding it better to visit him in person, hurriedly I put on my jacket and shoes and marched to his apartment, after hauling taxi from across the rainy street corner.

It was only after I reached his front door, was I able to realize I actually forgot to pick umbrella with me and after typing his house passcode with trembling fingers and shivering spine, I opened the door in slight rush, making the polished wooden door thud against the adjacent wall, leaving slight scratches.

Heath was in the midst of opening his shirt when he looked at me, his fingers loosing movement the minute he laid his eyes on my soaked form.

"Hi." I croaked out, waving hesitantly at him.

He raised his one eyebrow to examine my face before he let his eyes trail downward, and almost instantly, as if afraid of looking down, he plasterd his gaze again on my face, with a blank face. "What happened?" He asked.

"I..I..." I opened my mouth to answer him, but found it difficult to continue further.

He stopped unbuttoning his shirt, and went to his room, quietly, and emerged with a fresh towel.

"Here."I felt soft material land on my wet forehead, my temple itching with the prolonged rainwater sticking to my face.

Tentatively, I grabbed the towel, and rubbed it against my soaked face and over the wet clothes clinging to my body as a second skin.