Where I Belong √

Chapter 36

Chapter 36

  Poke.

Ignore.

Poke.

I ignored again and munched my chicken mayo cheese sandwich and moaned in pleasure.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

Three times in a row.

"What you want" I gritted my teeth in annoyance.
Okay okay, I feigned annoyance. How can I stay mad at him when he was looking at me like a puppy.

"Appreciate"

"Good" I mumbled. He thought bribing me with a simple sandwich would work. And yes it did work. To be honest I couldn't stay mad at him knowing he slept uncomfortably and apologized to me all night.

"Just good?"

"Yes," I rolled my eyes.

"Miss grumpy" he muttered and I shot him a glare.

"So what are we doing today," he asked and I shrugged my shoulder. It's not that I don't want to spend time with him. I am just a little upset at what I discovered last night but at the same time, I want to enjoy my last day in France with him.

My phone vibrated and I unlocked it to scroll through recent messages. First I replied to my sister, Chole, and other important people then my eyes landed on an unknown number.

'You did not show up last night - L'

My brows scrunched up in confusion.

"Who is he," Alex asked referring to the message.

"Don't know"

'who's this?'

A reply came within seconds and a mop of black hairs blocked my vision.

"Alex stop being nosy" I pushed his head away.

"I know who is texting you" he grunted with a scowl followed by a series of profanities.

"After all, you are Sherlock" I drawled.

'Try to guess;) -L'

"L?" I thought to myself.

My fingers worked on the keypad and before I could hit the send button another text popped up.

'Luke you dumbass. I thought you were smart enough to guess. Bdw you missed the fun last night. But I want to see you tonight. Xoxo;)'

"We are not going" Alex announced.

"I don't know about you but I am going. You may join" I said flatly and he grunted something incoherent.

"What?"

"Nothing" he grumbled.

I stood up to place the plate near the sink and do the dishes. When I finished I waded past him to see what he was doing. He was still laying in the same place with a big scowl whilst flipping the channels before settling on a football match.

I saunter into our room and rummage through the mess of his clothes. His clothes were more comfortable and they smell like him. For me, he was Intoxicating and addictive than anything else.

Removing my T-shirt I slipped into one of his T-shirts which was double my size. When I was folding his littered clothes my eyes landed on a burgundy box inside his suitcase. My fingers traced the word engraved on the box.