How to be a secretary

7- A good secretary never bitches behind boss's back

Alvin's POV

She was sleeping peacefully beside me. I am the one who is sick, acting sick, instead, she fell asleep on me. I sighed heavily, I should have not expected anything less of her. She loved sleeping in on weekends without being bothered by anyone.

I wonder sometimes, how can someone be this lazy? She is the extreme case of laziness I have ever encountered and yet she doesn't have one ounce of extra fat on her. Maybe she exercises in secret, but how would that be possible when she practically grew up with me and was around me all the time.

As she sleeps peacefully, her arms around my teddy which by the way, she got for me on my birthday but never lets me touch it when she is around. Weird right?

"Lilly, don't touch him... Alvin... No. I... I will marry you... Chris," she mumbles in her sleep when she has too much in her head and right now she was mumbling again. What about Chris and this marriage? I sit up straight ready to coax out the truth from her.

"Lilliput baby, what are you dreaming about?" I whisper softly, brushing her long silky hair with my fingers.

"Alvin... Chris... date," she mumbles frowning and turning around in her sleep.

"Do you like Chris, Lilliput?" I ask softly next to her ear, bending closer to listen and accidentally end up taking a whiff off her strawberry scent. It plays with strings of my heart, makes me heady with need, my head getting foggy, and yet I keep denying the attraction towards her. Disguising my affection behind a brotherly one. What a joke.

Something at the back of my mind was holding me back. I just feel that she is younger than me, though not by much, still, she should enjoy her life to the fullest just like her brothers and I did. If I tell her now, how I am confused about our relationship then maybe she would end up avoiding me or worse, end our relationship altogether, which is not likely but this is all my absurd overthinking. I don't want her to feel that I am some kind of pervert who wants to get in her pants and that is why has always been soo nice towards her.

And I was scared that if things got ugly between us, then she would leave me. She is the one thing in my life that provides me a sense of calmness, though she is anything but calm. You would definitely know where she is by the mess she creates unknowingly around her. She gives meaning to my useless, workaholic life. I loved whenever she needed me when we were little and not having any siblings of my own, I didn't know how to label my love for her. Now that she has grown up to be a pretty woman, I have started having my doubts.

"I love..." she starts answering my question in her sleep whilst changing her position yet again. Ended up having her head banged against my nose.

"Aw! Fuck." I groan as quietly as possible holding my nose. My eyes watered with pain, and yet she didn't wake up.

I get away from her, moaning in pain, popping my bones back in place. I hadn't left my bed for a few hours now and I was exhausted. Acting ill really takes it out of you and staying in one place lying like that for long is boring and exhausting, I don't know how she does that. 

Anyways I am happy that she missed her date. I shouldn't be proud of what I did, but I am even though it was just an impulsive decision.

"Alvin... Why are you standing there?" The small figure on the bed moans from my bed. All kinds of scenes run through my mind, the first one being, how I can join her in the bed and making her moan for a different reason altogether. Fuck!

These kinds of thoughts always make it hard for me to be near her. Literally. And she doesn't have a clue. She doesn't like overthinking stuff like other girls.