H.U.R.T
My fantasy

"May I speak?"

Zenia asked after they reached the terrace of the house. Steve turned his head, showing off his smile which instantly rubbed off on Zinia.

Ck! I'm too weak or his charm is too great. Zinia.

"No need to ask my permission. Tell me what you want to say."

"Falsely speaking you will threaten me instead" Zinia grumbled softly.

"Sit. I'll make you some juice too. Did you take your medicine this morning?"

"Medicine fever? I don't have a fever." Zenia held her forehead. Steve reached out to make sure.

"good. But I don't mean fever medicine. Other drugs, hmm, vitamins?"

"Ah, I forgot about it. I'm going to go home to get it." Zenia stood up, but Steve sat her down again.

"Stay in your place. I already made up for the cure. Wait a minute, hmm, let's see what you can do while I'm busy in the kitchen."

Steve stared at some of the big plastic from the village. Trying to remember everything he bought.

"Ah, I bought some romantic novels. You can read it while I'm in the kitchen." Steve dismantled the plastic, looking for a love story-themed novel that he deliberately bought earlier.

"I also bought the latest women's magazine. There are several design models that are in trend. Maybe you like it. But I suggest you read a novel." Steve gave one of the four novels he bought.

Zenia accepted it, took a quick look at the front cover and flipped the book, reading the blurb there.

"All right," said Zinia. Somehow, all Steve's words were like orders to him. His heart believed that what he said was the best thing for him.

"Tell me what the core of the book is. I'll just be in the kitchen for a minute." Steve arranged a sofa cushion for Zinia to feel comfortable during her stay.

Zenia noticed everything Steve was doing, the girl was touched and blushed. All that attention feels right.

"Do you need anything other than juice and snacks?" Steve asked before leaving Zinia.

The girl shook her head, "Hurry back."

Steve was about to step up, undo the intention. He was flinching, looking thoughtful.

"Hm, you better come with me to the kitchen. You can read there and I can calmly prepare what you need," Steve pulled Zenia's hand to stand up from her place, bringing the girl into the kitchen.

Arriving at the kitchen, Steve again arranged a seat for Zenia so that the girl felt comfortable.

"Sit down" he sat Zeniah. "I'll get you your medicine."

Zenia nodded her head like a very obedient child. Steve smiled, he rubbed Zenia's head until he accidentally saw a pitak on Zenia's head. Steve rubbed it gently and carefully. He looked down, landed a kiss in there. Zenia looked up, her shady eyes met the man's bead.

Steve again pulled both corners of his lips that Zenia replied with a smile that was no less sweet.

"You're like a man who treats his lover."

"You are my woman, whenever."

"You like me?"

"Hm."

"So?"

"So?"

"Are you asking me to be your lover?"

"Should I do it?"

"I'm afraid of misunderstanding and misrepresenting your attitude, Steve."

"There's nothing wrong with what you think. Enjoy your reading." Steve rubbed Zenia's head for the umpteenth time, then he moved away from the girl.

"Mrs. Nolan is fine. He just needs to rest and get special treatment."

"I'd love to visit him. I'm like a bad boy. Shut up and sit sweetly at home waiting for the news while they're there bracing for each other."

"Everything will be fine. You're here with me."

"Do we have a house in town, Steve?"

"Hm. Read your novel, Querido."

Zinia chokes. Steve just called him dear. Zinia lowered her head, hiding her blushing face. His heart exploded unnoticed. Just because of a call, he felt his body float, soaring high.

Zinia opened the novel, but she did not know what was written there because it was too flower-flower with the way Steve called it.

"It's your medicine" Steve held out a few pills.

Zenia flinched, she was still dissolved in a laughable happiness that felt right but ridiculous.

"You daydreaming?" Steve hit his eyebrows, watching the girl's nose. His hand was stretched out to touch Zenia's face. "Warm and red. Is the fever crumbling again."

Zinia shook her head, knowing that the warmth on her face was caused by something else. But there's no way he'd admit it either if the cause of his face met just because of the affection Steve said and it seems Steve was not aware of it anymore.

"Drink this. You need to get some rest." Steve helps Zenia take her medicine until she holds her glass.

"I'm fine. You treat like a girl who has a history of very severe illness."

Steve shook his head, "You can't be sick. You need to heal."

Steve brought juice and snacks. They moved back to the main room.

"Lay down here" Steve patted his thigh. "I've seen romantic dramas where lovers do sweet things like this. It's fun and I always fantasize about it."

"I lie down and read a book?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then what are you doing?" With hesitation, Zenia landed her butt on the sofa. Steve slapped his thigh again. Slowly, Zenia laid her head.

"What are you gonna do, Steve?" Zene repeated her question. He could die of style if Steve looked at him as long as he read a novel.

"What did I do? It might be fun to look at your face. But, you'll feel uncomfortable. Then I'll read it too." Steve picked up one magazine about business and started reading.

Seeing Steve getting busy and focused, Zinia also began to relax herself. The sweep of Steve's hand on his head gave his own calm. Occasionally Zenia looked up, stealing a glance at the man who looked was already late in his reading.

Steve looks amazing from any side. His firm jaw, tickling Zenia's fingers to touch her, played the fingers there. Unknowingly, his index finger was already on the man's jaw.

Zenia was surprised and intended to pull her hand, but seeing Steve who only smiled and remained focused on her reading made Zenia undo her intentions. Steve doesn't mind touching it at all.

Finally, what Zenia did was just look at Steve's face until the man finished his reading.

"Is my dad so interesting?"

Zenia nodded innocently making Steve anxious herself.

"Don't act too adorable. I can lose control and devour you."

Zinia glared, "Your words are so frontal. You're wearing soflens, Steve?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"How do you look if you wear glasses?"

"Stay cool. You want to see it?"

Zinia nodded.

"Other times. Now drink your juice."