I showered and got into bed with Mr. Hertz, "How do you think Henna would take it if she found out about us?" I ask out of curiosity,
"Not well." he answered.
I was curious about a lot of things, I turned to the side to look at him. "I have never heard you talk about your family, do you you even have one?" His body went stiff a bit, must be a sensitive topic.
"Someone's nosy today?" he said, trying to avoid the question.
"I realized I don't know anything about you, it's not like you ever talk about yourself." I said.
"Okay.." he sat up and pulled me on his lap, "What do you want to know?"
I beamed, excited.
"Do you have siblings?"
"Yes, I have a sister."
My eyes widened,
"Why haven't I met her? Where is she?"
"She lives overseas with my mom." I gasped abruptly, "Holy freckles, you have a mom?" I was shocked, I didn't see that coming.
I frowned, "Why don't you ever mention them?" at this point I was a lot more curious about a lot of things.
"We have all the time in the world to talk about my family." he placed me back on the bed, "Let's get you something to eat." he got off the bed and stretched out his arm for me.
"I can fix you something if you're hungry," I said, Henna finally took the week off, leaving me in charge, "Henna made a list of everything you eat and like... Tell me what you want and I would make it for you?"
He snickered, "I don't currently wish to see my house burn." he teased.
"What, are you saying I can't cook?" I exclaimed and threw a pillow at him, he grabbed it sharply and reached out for me, "FYI, I make the best meals around here." I tell him.
"I'm sure you do" he swapped me up in his arms like some toddler, I wasn't complaining.
Mr. Hertz ended up making dinner, but it turned out watching him cook was a lot more thrilling,
"I didn't know you could cook?" Up until 20minutes ago, I didn't know he had a family, so I shouldn't be so surprised.
He picked up the black pan that was heating on the stove and walked to where I sat,
"It's hot." he said as he poured a delicious looking spaghetti on a plate,
"Aren't you eating?" I asked.
"I'm not hungry." I would have dropped my fork and insisted he eats before I do, but the delicious aroma emanating from the plate was too tempting,
"Are you sure?"
He tucked my hair from my face, whispering.
I picked up my fork, twirling the spaghetti around before shoving it in my mouth, the taste was amazing,
I giggled, and shoved more.
A smile was slowly creeping on his mouth as he watched me embarrass myself,
"Adorable," he smiled, scratch that, he thinks I am adorable,
I smiled to myself.
"Have you gotten a reply from MIU?" He asked, which was unexpected because I didn't remember telling him I applied,
"How did you know?"
"I'm still your legal guardian, Ali. I know everything that goes on with you."
I chuckled, he's so formal,
"I haven't...." I replied.
"Why MIU? I thought you would be interested in Skating."
"I love skating but it's just a hobby, and MIU, at the time it seemed appropriate." he understood. I looked down embarrassed that I once thought of getting away from him,
"Ali." He placed his hands under my chin and made me look him, "I'm sorry, I made you feel like you had to get away from me."
I regret every second I spent arguing with him, if only he had told me the truth things would have gone differently.
"Sorry...I was hard on you." I muttered shyly.
He smiled warmly, "Honestly, your obstinacy was what drew me to you."
I chuckled and shoved more spaghetti in my mouth, that's when it hit me, did he just admit to having feelings for me?
"What did you say?" I asked, not believing my ears. I always assumed I was forcing myself on him and he just pitied me, and went on with the act. So hearing him admit his feelings for me was unexpected.
"Let's get you cleaned up." he picked up a napkin from the table and began cleaning me up like a baby,
"I'm not a baby." I warned.
He finished cleaning me up and cleared the dishes before picking me up in his arms,
"I can walk, you know?" I said pretending not to be enjoying the ride.
He placed me on my bed and turned to leave, I held his left arm before he could,
"Stay with me." I whispered.
He was reluctant for a while, thinking whether it was a good idea for him to lay here with me,
"Please." I added,
Sighing, he pulled the covers and got in, I beamed and shifted comfortably, we laid facing each other, staring and breathing uniformly.
He slowly reached out and caressed my cheeks softy with his hand,
"Mr. Hertz?" I called.
"Ali, Just call me David." the thought of calling him by his first name was strange to me, I was so used to calling him Mr. Hertz.
"I like calling you Mr. Hertz."
"Calling me Mr. Hertz makes all this seem more.. uncomfortable."
He was right, It was a little awkward.
"David." I finally said it. I'm certain it didn't sound as soothing as when he says my name, but It felt nice.