I sighed and my face was wrinkled because Zandy agreed to let us sleep here at home tonight. What was he thinking to agree with them? Where will he sleep, on the sofa? Did we share the same room? No way!
"Are you out of your mind, Zandy? Why did you think of agreeing and riding what they want?" I preached to him when Mom and Dad left.
Zandy's face was serious and he smiled at me as if he was still happy with what he did. "Why not, right? Don't you miss your house, Miles? Why are you acting like a nervous wife on her first night with her husband?" he asked.
I frowned. Is that what it used to be? I suddenly calmed down. I swallowed. "Ok, fine but you can sleep here on the sofa, ok? There is no other room in this house and we can't sleep in the same room, do you understand?" I explained to him so that he would understand that he would not be able to sleep in the room.
Zandy turned to the sofa and then frowned. "Seriously, Miles, are you going to let me sleep on the sofa?" he asked in disbelief.
"Why not, don't you, you like it, huh? Stand by it," I insisted to him. "Alright, goodnight." I even smiled at him but it was only for a moment. When I was about to step, I felt his hand stop my arm. I felt like I was burned, followed by a strange energy that flowed through my entire body. I faced him with a serious face.
"Don't you feel pity for me, Miles? I'm not yet recovering from the accident. My back still hurts."
I frowned when I saw him wince and put his right hand behind his back. It was obvious that he was just acting so I ignored him. I took my hand back and stepped away but before I reached the door of my room, Zandy was already there in front of me and blocked me.
"Can you please stop, Zandy? I'm sleepy and I want to rest. You're over there on the sofa," I said emphatically with the last words and pointed to it.
"The sofa is too hard for me, Miles. Don't you forget I was injured, my back still hurts," he said again.
I looked at him seriously. I don't know why but there is a part of me that wants to give in to him. It's only been a few days since he got out of the hospital and maybe his back is still sore because of the swelling.
"What do you want to happen, Zandy, we sleep in the same room?"
"Why not, aren't we, we're a couple," he laughed.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Can you please stop acting, Zandy, they are no longer in front of us and you don't have to pretend that we are ok," I directly answered him that I don't know but I feel some pain because of that.
"Please, Miles let me sleep in your room," continued Zandy. I was taken aback by the way he spoke begging me. It was so soft that it was as if it was new to my ears. He still snorted. "I know my back will hurt especially if I sleep on the sofa. Even if I'm on the ground and you're in bed, it's fine for me. If you have a blanket, that's fine with me."
I sighed. I didn't say a word. I stepped into my room and left it open for him to enter there willingly. I went straight to the side of my room where there was a blanket there that I changed to the blanket on my bed.
Later, Zandy entered the room. "Thank you, Miles," he said.
"Here's the blanket, it's up to you where you want to sleep," I said, barely able to look at him.
Zandy smiled. I don't know but I'm annoyed because of what he's acting like. What does he want? Why is he suddenly like this to me as if we've been ok for a long time?
I saw him turn to my bed. "You have a huge bed, can I also sleep here?" he says. He came closer to the bed and sat on the side of it while rubbing it.
My brow furrowed and my eyes widened slightly. "Are you crazy, Zandy? No! You can sleep downstairs, outside, on the sofa, in CR or wherever you want but not in my bed." Because of my surprise at what he said, my mouth opened quickly.
He looked up at me, his face serious. "Why not, you're my wife and I'm your husband, why can't I sleep next to you?"
I was immediately speechless by what Zandy said. What is he saying? Is he going crazy? "You're crazy, Zandy!" I said shaking my head.
"Am I crazy? No, I'm not. I just want to remind you that I'm your husband, we're married and a married couple is supposed to be sleeping together, right?" he continued with a serious face as if he was also serious about what he was saying.
I blinked. I narrowed my eyes at him but I couldn't look at him directly because he was looking at me. I was counted. I feel even tenser. I don't know why I'm nervous and there's something in my heart. "I don't have time to joke with you, Zandy. I want to sleep. It's up to you what you want to do. Oh, you're blanket." I threw the thick blanket at him. He was hit in the body and was surprised but then laughed softly which did not escape my hearing. That's good for the ears.
"Ouch!" he said. "Why are you blushing, Miles? Are you tense with my presence?" he asked, still laughing.
I frowned again. "Huh? I'm blushing and tense. Of course not, and why would I blush and tense? You're gay and I don't shoot like you," I said bluntly but the truth is, I feel the heat of my cheeks.
I saw his face turn serious and he stared at me intently. I immediately avoided him. I approached the bed and got on it, I leaned on its headboard. I couldn't look at him because I just felt more nervous and tense. It was as if the room suddenly got hot even though the air conditioner was on.
"What did you say? Am I gay?" I saw her smirk out of the corner of my eyes as she looked at me. "I'll show you what gays can do to a girl like you," he added.
I was just as surprised when he got on the bed and faced me. "Hey! Z-Zandy, w-w-what are you doing?" I was even more surprised when he came closer and seemed to be laying on top of me while his palms were focused on the bed and his face was looking at me seriously. I was like ice, stiff and unable to move. The whole room seemed to go silent and the only thing I could hear was my heartbeat as I swallowed because of nervousness and tension.
"You don't shoot the gay?" he asked. He still grinned as he tried to catch my gaze. "I'll show you that gays can kiss a girl, Miles." I couldn't see any joke on his face.
I can't find any words to say. My tongue seemed to retract because Zandy was so close to me. My mouth fell open when his face came closer to mine.
"Z-sandy, s-stop," I stammered and tried to raise my hand to stop him. I also closed my eyes tightly and tilted my head. I felt his hard chest when my palm touched it. I don't know but it seems like energy crawled from him to me.
"Why, are you affected, Miles? Did I make your heart beat fast? Do you think gay won't make you tremble?" He smirked. "Are you afraid of being in the room with me and what might happen while we're together?"
"A-alright!" I said while still closing my eyes and unable to look at him. I feel weak because of his strange presence that I feel and brings me a strange feeling.
Later I felt him leave in front of me. I even heard her laugh softly. I swallowed several times. I slowly woke up and saw that he had gotten off the bed and was heading to the door of the room.
"I'll sleep on the sofa," he said and looked at me for a moment.
"W-wait! Y-you can sleep here in my room...I mean, on the ground," I stopped him. "Your back isn't very recovered yet, is it? I don't want you to blame me when your back hurts tomorrow because you slept on the sofa," I stopped him and looked away.
"I'm ok, Miles I can't sleep in your room, I'm afraid."