"Moreover, that whole night, when you told me what Xavier had told you, I was afraid that you were going to get it and might panic like you did before, I was scared Laurel, that night the way I kept hearing you scream in pain. I still hear your scream sometimes and it scares me and I was scared that it might happen again!"
He kept talking and talking, sharing every single fear in his heart, telling me every single thing, he was hiding within himself, opening up to me.
I hadn't even realised when he took my hands in his and when I did, I was lost on how big his hands were compared to mine, so big and so much, comforting.
The blue veins on his hands popping out, perfectly, thin fingers, but that too, toned.
Small enough to not look weird, but also big enough to keep my hands nice and warm in his.
My nervousness grew with it, I couldn't explain the feeling, but my heart was fluttering, my body was turning hot, I wasn't thinking about something wrong, but just that one look of my hands in his had left me and my body going crazy.
And that was the first time in my whole life when I had felt my hands sweating, because they never once did before not in severe heat, not when I used to be standing under scorching sun and it wasn't him, it was me, they were my hands.
And not just my hands but I could even feel my neck, my back, my forehead sweating.
Winter wasn't still gone fully, it was here, the cold winds, the breeze it was still here.
But judging by my condition, it felt as I was standing directly under the sun on a hot day of peak summer.
Luca began panicking looking at me sweating and quickly took out his handkerchief wiping away the sweat from my forehead.
"Are you okay? Laurel? Are you sick? Why are you sweating like that?" The panic in his each word was laced with care and concern.
He made me sit in the passenger seat before sitting on the driver's seat and had turned the AC on, setting it on a bit low temperature, which was helping with the sweating.
I was feeling disgusting by my own sweaty self, because not for once had I ever been sweaty like this, this was a real thing.
But more than myself, he was worried, not because I was disgusting but because, I was sweating nonstop, that of course is not normal... Usually, but it is if a person is nervous.
So yes, he was getting worried sick, as if it was not a sweat spell but something major.
And despite me consoling him that it is nothing big, he quickly drove to a convenience store, stopping the car right in front of it and rushed out and came back with two cold bottles.
Opened one for me, handing it to me to drink and the other one, he placed it right over my forehead.
The coldness of it sending a shiver down my spine, but I didn't falter away from his hold, and let him do it, sipping on the water, I calmed down a bit.
Handing me the other bottle, he again went out, In the convenience store and this time came back with an ice-cream tub in his hands, with a disposable spoon in his hands.
Placing the cold tub and spoon in my lap he began driving.
The cold sensation made me hiss a bit, and I quickly grabbed it in my hands.
"I'm seriously okay Luca!" I groaned, getting irritated,looking at him getting worked up all for nothing.
It wasn't like I could tell him that the sudden sweat break was because of his closeness to me, because he was holding my hands in his.
Luca sighed as he wiped away my forehead, and rested his palm against my forehead and then on his own.
"It doesn't seem that you have a fever, did you overwork? Xavier knows who you are but still he made you work this much! I'll kill him."
Luca's angry word made me look into his eyes with surprise.
Excuse me? Kiill him? He is not the reason behind my sudden sweat breakage...
You are! Stupid!
My rage flared up and without taking any time to think twice I smacked the back of his hand harshly, making him taken off guard by my actions.
"Stop blaming other people for what you have done!"
My actions shook Luca, as he looked at me with his scrunched up brows.
"What? What did I do?" He looked confused, and of course he should.
How can one know that just by holding someone's hand would make them this nervous to the extent they would start sweating.
I took a deep breath, preparing myself mentally for whatever I was about to say...
It's so awkward, I bit my lips, getting myself to ease as much as I could.
"It's because of you! Okay!"
I quickly said and turned my face to the other side.
"Huh?" I looked back at him, and he still looked confused.
"I'm sorry, did it happened because you were stressed out yesterday? I'm sorry I didn't mean to."
I smacked my forehead at his foolishness...
Well not foolish... Caring to by exact!
"Who told you to go around grabbing my hands any time you want! You can at least warn me or something!"
"It's because of you...okay? Who...told you to... hold my hands so...all of a sudden... Of course this would...happen." I muttered and turned my side fully towards the window, keeping my back at his face.
He was taken a back by my answer, still on his seat, and it was making me even nervous, a weird feeling creeping up inside of me, a feeling that kept telling me to pray that road bursts open and engulfs me in it.
So freaking embarrassing.
I thought, biting on my lips, nibbling on it.
A few seconds passed and there was no response, before I heard the engine start and he began driving.
Turning around slightly, I took a glance at his face.
He was smiling.
Not a normal smile, instead a proud one, as if he had won a lottery, or won battle.
During the whole time he was driving, none of us spoke a word, but there was one thing that had said something words couldn't had.
The smile both of us had on our lips.
This time, it was a different restaurant where he had taken me, walking to my side of the car, he opened the door for me, forwarding his hand to me as I held it and walked out of the car.
This was the first time, I was feeling so nervous around him, not just any kind of nervousness, a kind, where I knew that he is the one!, the one who will be with me.
Leading me inside the restaurant, I walked in expecting people like always, but this time, there was no one.
The whole restaurant was empty. The staff where looking at us, as if they had been waiting for us to come.
The waiter took us to the table that was kept in the centre of hall, decorated with different types of red flowers, red and gold balloons, and candles lit in the middle of the round table.
And a bouquet kept on the table.
Red roses.
Handing me the bouquet, he pulled the chair for me to sit, and sat in front of me.
And the waiters began leaving the hall one after another.
I had just taken a seat, when all of a sudden the light went off, and so did the candles that were perfectly lit a few seconds ago.
I stood up from seat abruptly and involuntarily I called out Luca's name.
"Luca-" my voice got trapped inside my throat, and as soon as I had stood up the lights came back... And Luca, he was no longer sitting on his chair.
He was Infront of me, on his knees, with a shiny red velvet box in hands.
A band in the small box.
I gasped not expecting it, my hands went to my mouth in the spur of the moment.
Tears brimmed my eyes at him before me.
"I...know it's too sudden...and I...know that...you are also shocked, but I could not wait any longer, with the fear that you might be taken away from me, because we are nothing except for friends to each other... And I wanted to be something more."
Taking a deep breath he continued.
"So...Ms Laurel Miller, will you be my girlfriend."
He– He said it!
He finally said it!
I kept nodding my head, without any patience as he quickly made me wear the ring before taking me in a warm hug.