Unexpected Love - Daerin

Chapter 12 Cold but Sweet

Danielle's POV

I felt annoyed, but at the same time, it felt nice when her hand touched mine. It was strange when the power suddenly went off, and I wondered if it was her plan for teasing me. It seemed ridiculous to even consider that she would do that. I didn't want to hate her, but if she was responsible for turning off the power, I would be even more frustrated with her.

She brushed my hand away after we entered her room and then widened the curtains, allowing the road lights to filter in and provide us with some illumination.

I crawled onto the bed and looked at her, curious as to what she was doing. "What are you doing?" I asked as she set the pillows up on the sofa.

She raised her eyebrows in an amused way and looked at me. "You must think I'm crazy if we sleep in the same bed," she said with a relaxed tone in her voice.

I could see the glint of humor in her eyes as she continued to set up the pillows on the sofa, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me as the tension in the room subsided.

I felt a pang of guilt at her rejection and spoke up once more, "I'm not that evil. You're right, it is your room and your bed. Why don't we just sleep on opposite sides and leave it at that?" I patted the bed beside me, hoping to reassure her. But she shook her head again, "No, I won't. I don't care if it is my bed, you should go to sleep or I'll leave you here alone."

I sighed in defeat, realizing that there was no pleasing her. It seemed as if the only way to resolve this was to sleep separately, even if it meant spending the night on the floor.

I groaned softly in shock and gripped the bedsheets tightly as I felt threatened and annoyed. I exclaimed in a muffled voice, "You know what? You've just wasted my time by asking me to lay with you."

I groaned and sat up abruptly, then threw the pillow at her face from afar, feeling a sense of satisfaction in getting my revenge.

It was clear that our relationship was quickly spiraling out of control, and I feared what might happen next if we didn't learn to communicate and resolve our issues.

I turned away from her and sulked silently, wondering if she was mad at me for throwing the pillow at her face. I felt a sense of power knowing that the contract we had signed included a clause that explicitly prohibited her from engaging in any form of violence, including emotional abuse.

But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a bit scared. What if she was planning something else to get back at me? I continued to ponder these questions as she lay there in silence, giving me no indication of her thoughts or feelings.

I suddenly felt something move behind me and turned around quickly, only to find her sitting up on the bed next to me.

"I thought you didn't want to," I said in a slightly angry voice, trying to keep my emotions in check. Despite my efforts, there was an edge to my voice that I couldn't quite mask.

I felt guilty for throwing the pillow at her, but at the same time, I was frustrated and disappointed that she had rejected my initial offer to sleep in the same bed.

I waited for her to respond, feeling a sense of anticipation for what she might say or do next.

She didn't glance in my direction, instead laying down and maintaining a distance between us. Feeling frustrated and annoyed, I hissed and rolled my eyes, then turned my back to her.

"So annoying," I muttered under my breath, my voice barely above a whisper. I was trying to be polite and respectful, but it was difficult to contain my frustration at the situation.

I wished we could just talk things out and find a way to resolve our differences, but it seemed like that was not an option at the moment.

"Is that so? Am I annoying you?" she spoke suddenly, causing my heart to skip a beat. "Yeah, what would you do if I said that? Want to yell at me?" I asked, my voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm.

I was trying to be tough and fearless, but in reality, I felt a little intimidated by her sudden outburst.

She was quiet for a few seconds, then spoke up again in a softer tone. "No, I'm just asking. Why would I be mad at you?"

Hearing her words, my heart raced, and I was taken aback by her sudden gentleness. I had been prepared for another heated exchange, and her response caught me off guard.

I remained silent for a few moments, unsure of whats to say or do next. I wondered if she could hear the rapid beating of my heart, but I didn't have the courage to ask for fear of sounding weak or vulnerable.

"Maybe you would do that," I murmured, my voice soft. "From what I saw on your face, you're the type of person who easily gets mad." I waited for her reply, wondering if she would confirm or refute my perception of her.

I wanted to get to know her better and understand her personality, but at the same time, I felt a sense of trepidation at the thought of potentially angering her.

I tried to remain calm and collected, but deep down, I felt a slight sense of anxiety at the idea of causing any sort of confrontation or conflict.

"Maybe I am that type of person," she replied with a shrug. "But only to my little sister." Her sudden revelation about having a younger sister took me by surprise, and I felt a surge of curiosity.

"You didn't say you had a younger sister," I replied, unable to keep the surprise out of my tone. I felt a sense of amusement at the thought of her intimidating someone with her fierce nature, even if it was just a younger sibling.

I wondered if there was more to her than what was initially evident, and I hoped that we would have the opportunity to learn more about each other's backgrounds and families.

"You didn't ask me," she countered with a subtle edge to her voice. "Maybe I'll answer if you ask me anything. I won't speak if you're not asking me anything you want."

Her response caught me off guard, as she seemed to be withholding information for some reason. I felt a sense of mystery surrounding her, and I began to wonder why she was being so secretive.

Was there something about her family that she didn't want me to know? I decided to tread carefully and proceed with caution, as I didn't want to overwhelm her or make her feel uncomfortable.

At the same time, I hoped that we would be able to develop a more open and honest communication style in the future, as that was essential for any successful relationship.

tbc.

a/n

i love you i love you to who ever read this, thank you sm for waiting, i just wanna say thank you and im so sorry for making you guys waited for me to update another chapter, ive tried to be better in this. I just want sum supports towards my stories, im grateful tht i still had a reader. Thank you again, byee! see you again next chap.