Don'ts Of An Arranged Marriage

6. Don't Sniff Floweres

SHIN

Dealing with my thoughts and sanity is a chore in itself. The racing impressions and reflections to every trivial thing that I find intriguing or detracting, restrains my energy. Exhausted just by doing nothing has been my metier. Most of the time I don't know what to say or do- or how to get my thoughts out.

Even as of now- it's clear in my head. The monologue- but there is a possibility that I would forget what I am even thinking about the next second to come. An hyperactivity- that's just confined to my mind. A person who knows that she is evidently cool inside her head- but a boring bundle of a verbal mess when she speaks.

No surprise that I gave up on the nuggets so easily. My spine is not even there in existence. Maybe it was some illusion that had me tranquilized around Lee so far. Because now- in my head- I was freaking out.

We have been silent for too long.

"You rented a penthouse?" My fingers tamper, clipping each other and drawing strings from the threaded satin. We stood out of the large glassy marbled door as Lee searched his pockets for the key card. I stood inches behind him,

"No. I bought this when I used to live here. But sera recently has been renovating it for us. She likes to supervise the needs" he pulls up the token and shoved it by the scanner.

Good thing he likes to shove entities too.

The machine bings and the clock ticks, he sighs in relief, probably with a far view of resting for the night. Couldn't say that for myself. He tilts sideways as he walks in- simultaneously listing-

"Our attires and essentials have already been shifted. Sera made sure that we-

He halted as soon as he stepped through the access hallway. I stopped abruptly beside him, bumping my shoulder accidentally. But that wasn't the concern that gripped us. The tension rippled with each breath I took-

What had us both in a spell, For a minute was the embellishment that covered every nook and corner of the apartment that did. Flowers, lights, and banners. It was a Christmas party in here for us. A sensual one, yet a reception.

But then again. That wasn't my concern as my eyes started to tear up.

"She outdid herself" Lee hesitantly scratched his head-turning. And when he saw me, his eyes went slight wide in an alarming motion "oh God, I am so sorry if you feel uncomfortable by this. I had no idea that-

"I am not uncomfortable" I sob, sniffing. I bet my face was flushed scarlet by now.

"Then what?" He takes a step near, trying to figure this out. Figure me out to precise with hands on his hips. I wish I could cry harder right then and there. I have had it all packed from the day-

"I am something else" I coughed, wiping the healing trails of tears. Pinching the bridge of my nose I struggled to mask my pain into nonchalance. But it was getting harder to breathe.

He looks at me, blank a second, and relaxed the next. Maybe I was doing a good of pretending to be fine and he-

"I get it. You are turned on" he scans his appartment, his lips curving "with such set up, I would too"

No.

Mission abort.

His mind wasn't working as well.

Gawking in pieces, I wait as my nose twitched. Then my lips formed an O. At last turning my side to him I bent down sneezing.

Then two more In a row.

By now the stock of tender hair were curtaining my face, no sooner than it, my mouth began blurting facts to the man who had no shame concluding his theories.