Accidentally, In love ( UNDER EDITING )

Chapter 17 : Happy Birthday

Chapter 17 : Happy Birthday

Zoya’s P.O.V

I glance at the blue and white watch facing me on the wall opposite my bed. The clock, a present from the wedding had in the background two rings intertwined.  It currently showed the smaller hand on twelve and the bigger on eleven.

Five minutes to go.

I slowly get up from the bed, stretch my tired limbs and softly tip toe to the bathroom. Once there, I quickly wash my face, brush my teeth and quickly run my fingers through my unruly wavy hair.Heading to the bedroom,  I grab the parcel occupying a large chunk of space on my bedside table, and exit trying my level best to avoid making any noise.

One minute to go.

This is the longest one minute ever. Finally when I’m about to give up and turn back to my room, I hear the grandfather clock in the living room chime twelve times. I gently knock on the bedroom door facing mine and slowly turn the knob. He does not see me come in because he has his back to me.

Thank God for that.

Looking at him like this my knees are turning to jelly, they are about to give way and I will collapse any minute to the floor. Arnaud is standing shirtless in his room with only a pair of checked pajamas on.  Forget the boy in striped pajamas, the hot Greek God in checked pajamas is here. Make way for him.

He is talking softly on the phone in French, “Oui ma chère.   Merci beaucoup.  Comme toujours c’est toi qui m’a souhaité première. Je suis contente que tu sois la premiere personne.”

I feel like a little kid left in her favorite candy store. The view is so good; it’s a monumental effort not to drool.

He has the perfect back. One that models would die for, broad and well sculpted. His membership  of the gym is showing good results. His taut muscles flex even with the slightest action. He looks like a smoldering hot Greek God in motion.

Arnaud suddenly turns abruptly to find me staring at him like he is a rare species on this planet. I can’t help it, involuntarily my eyes are drawn like two magnets to his well sculpted and toned torso. Flawless as though carved to perfection by a hand which knows no errors.

Before my gaze could go any further, Arnaud clears his throat. I blush furiously. While still on the phone he cocks an eyebrow towards me, I shrug and sit on his bed, waiting for him to finish the call. He quickly says Goodbye to the person on the other end of the line and in two long strides stands in front of me.

I keep my head down unwilling to look at him, embarrassed by the whole situation. He kneels down before me and places a finger under my chin. He lifts my head and my eyes meet his golden embers.

“Zoya ma chère. Are you having bad dreams? Do you need something?” He asks with concern in his voice.

I nod my head .

“I…  “ Something is lodged in my throat. I clear it and try again. “I just wanted to wish you. Happy Birthday.” I say rapidly and thrust the gift in his hands.

He looks at me with a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. “You didn’t have to do that. You know.”

“I wanted to.” I say with a smile to match his own. “Open it and tell me how it is. I hope you like it.” I say honestly.

“No.” He says staunchly. I’m taken aback.

He comes forward,  takes a strand of my hair in his hand, twirls it around his fingers taking his own time while doing so  and then tucks it behind my ears, taking me by surprise.