𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | neteyam x oc

21.

We were on the rock Neteyam told me about, I was sitting right in front of him, we stayed quiet. Simply admiring the landscapes and observing the fishes swimming by. I turn to him and look at his hairholder. I really liked it, it's so beautiful. He notices I was constantly looking at it.

"You want to try it out?" He suddenly says.

I widen my eyes. Well no, I mean yes. I would love to try it out, but I can't. It's his not mine. So I won't. I stutter a few words before finally speaking clearly.

"No, no." I say.

He chuckles before rolling his eyes. I see him taking it off and I try to stop him but he doesn't let me.

"No no. I insist. I want to see you with it." He whispers.

I giggle before he approaches the hairholder to my face. He puts it on my forehead before tilting back a little bit to have a better look. I don't know how it looks on me, but it's definitely not looking good.

"How does it look?" I ask.

Neteyam doesn't answer. He stays silent, and I don't know if that's because I look horrible or if it's for another reason. I simply frown before tilting my head noticing how lost he seemed.

"Is everything alright?"

He suddenly blinks a few times before getting back to his senses. It looked like he just snapped, like literally. I am confused, he probably realized I was ugly because he was looking for too long.

"Yes... Yes, it looks stunning." He reassures me.

He seemed sincere though, so I will believe him. I simply stifle a laugh before observing his face. I really don't know if he looks like his dad or his mom. He is like the perfect mix of them. Eywa blessed him with this beauty. Thank you Eywa for bringing such a pretty boy into my life.

His eyes. I think that's the thing I love the most on his face with his smile and lips. I love how yellow they are, like the sun. He is my sunshine. And I hoped he was only my sunshine, mine. I was just hoping he wasn't making another girl happy. And I don't even know why.

I analyze his face before looking down at his jawline. I widen my eyes. Damn. He has a sharp ass jawline. My jaw almost drops to the floor, why do I notice this only right now? Plus, why am I attracted to a jawline? Why am I weird like that? I really need some help.

I take his face between my fingers before turning it gently to have a better look at his jawline. That could slice my fingers in two.

"Holy shit. I am jealous." I whisper, flabbergasted.

It looks like I have never seen a jawline before. But I have seen a lot before, but one like that? Never. He laughs, realizing what I was talking about as he ink his gaze in mine.

"If you find a wife with the same one, your kids will have the sharpest jawline ever." I say.

He giggles, probably amused by the situation. But I was being damn serious. He suddenly takes my face in his hands and rotates it. He stays silent for a few moments, analyzing my face as if he never saw it before. I blush. Why does he makes me feel like this?

Neteyam lets my face go and I turn my head back to him as I meet his gaze. He smiles and speaks up in a tender whisper.

"So should I marry you right now on this rock?" He asks playfully.

I stifle a laugh as I roll my eyes. What a terrible joker. I feel weird about him flirting because I don't know if he is being sincere and he is being so bold. I don't even know if we are flirting as a joke like before. But I honestly don't care, just as long as he makes me feel this weird sensation in my stomach.