The Bad Boy Has A Soft Spot

Chapter 34 Pottery and other soft stuff

Roselia's POV

12:24 a.m.

We were already close to the mansion. I heard the soft rustling of the leaves falling around us. My eyes were still blurry from the lasik. The doctor said it was normal to be blurry for a few days. Currently, my eyes stung and I have to depend on my sense of smell and hearing to perceive the situation around me. Even with other reliable senses, I felt safer under Jasper's supervision. He didn't leave me at all from the start of surgery until the end. I didn't feel any pain because I was under local anaesthesia. Funnily enough, it was my companion who felt the pain. I knew he flinched as he saw the laser puncture through my eye because he released a distressed sound from his mouth. Wasn't he just cute?

"We're almost there." His fingers applied pressure to the back of my hand. "Everyone's already there."

At this time, I would usually study because the exam was just a week away, instead of playing around. But I've grown into a professional procrastinator this semester and I had an excuse not to study; my eyes!

"Are you going to show me how to make cups, today?" That was the first thing that came to mind when he said pottery. He probably made artistic cups due to the delicate strokes of his hands. I couldn't wait to see it!

...feel it, I mean.

He chuckled at my question. "We're going to make a vase, flower." Oh, how I would kill to see his green eyes. At the moment, they seemed like blurry orbs of green light. Pottery looked easy on TV. It was just moulding a piece of wet turning clay, right? My craft might actually turn out to be aesthetically pleasing if Jasper guided me. I'd be satisfied if my piece resulted in something more than a poop-shaped clay.

"Are we going to eat, first?" I asked, feeling my eyelids to see whether the swelling reduced.

His response was the sound of his smile. "Of course, flower. You've lost too much weight already."

I felt the circumference of my wrist. They still felt the same. "No, I haven't!" I retorted.

"Flower, you look like you're under 100 pounds." Concern tinted his every word.

Last time I checked on the balance, I was a good 20 pounds above that at my healthy weight. "I'm probably not."

"Want to bet with me?" He sounded confident but not to the point of cocky.

I remained silent. Nevermind my weight! I'm sure Jasper would stuff me the amount of food that would last me a week and that excites me. Imagine all the burgers, french fries, sodas, burritos, fried chickens and CHEETOS!

"We're here." The car pulled to a stop. Turning off the engine, Jasper stepped out of the car. I felt around for the handle of the door and tugged on it. I pushed open the door and already sniffed the ocean breeze which was unexpectedly surprising. I have never noticed that detail every time I stepped out of the car in front of his house.

Everything was blurry. But I felt warmth on my back and the back of my knees as the car door opened entirely. Wait a minute, the ocean scent was coming off from Jasper! Then, he must be close to me!

With a gentle touch, he transported me from the car seat into his arms. My cheeks heated up as I felt his body heat press against me. He still made me nervous. Based on his racing heartbeat, I also did. "You've lost too much weight, flower." His breath fell on my forehead as the summer air invited me to their warm embrace.

"You know." I placed a palm on his hard pectoral. "I could walk by myself." He took the steps up the stairs.

"No way, flower." He adjusted me closer to his chest. "You'd trip on these stairs. I'll let you down when we get inside." I smiled widely at his sincerity and soporific caress so I snuggled deeper to his neck. In his arms, nothing could hurt me, not even myself.