I knew the girls would round up back to Aquamarine, I had Alex trail them. I do not trust Gabriella to stay out of trouble and especially not with someone like Meg. I told them I'd catch up with them, so I waited at the Aquamarine. My sister was surprised to see me there, I mean it's no surprise. She's very predictable. Or perhaps I'm just good at reading people.

The three of us sat in the lounge and Meg had some quotations from different venues.Gigi wanted me to see it. I sat besides Meg as she kept on explaining. I glanced at Gabriella and noticed she was engrossed texting on her phone. I bet my life, she's going to sneak out any time to meet up Andrew.

I turned to Meg. She was showing me some calculations she wrote down on a piece of paper. Umm seriously, was that a red pen? She had some rose gold sticky notes too. Seriously did she use rose gold everything? Her phone was rose gold. Her ear studs were rose gold. Hell even the paper clips and stapler pins in her office were rose gold. I mean I know she's a wedding planner and aesthetic is her life but wasn't this pink and rose gold to excessive, not to mention a little too instagramy or tumblrish or pintresty? Her cursive handwriting made it hard for me to read. Good lord, she even writes in aesthetic. I mean who does that? Can this girl get any more cliched?

I leaned forward to take a better look at the numbers. Her stupid hair came in between. Wait... why did she smell so good? Is it lemongrass? Was it her shampoo or her perfume but god it smelled good. Wait, what kind of a creep am I? I shrugged off my thoughts from lemongrass and focused on the calculations and how Gigi's extravagant tastes and her love for fireworks was going to burn a hole in my pocket.

Her slender fingers traced a strand of hair and tucked it behind her ear. I think I was really close to her. There were still wisps of her hair caressing her cheek, and for a moment I was so tempted to touch her cheek tuck those strands of stray hair behind her ear.

My heart almost stopped when she turned. I thought she'd scoot away, uncomfortable at our distance. Instead, she stayed and looked at me. She was even more prettier up this close. Her arched brows, her doe-like eyes looking up at me through the eyelashes. I don't know if it was my imagination but I swear I noticed a flush rise up her cheek. I kept telling myself, don't look at her lips. But, against my better judgement I did. She parted her lips slightly and wetted it with her tongue. It wasn't anything promiscuous or crazy, but I don't know why it made me go crazy. All I was thinking about was having her lips on mine. I wondered what would it feel like kiss someone so beautiful like her. Having her this close made me loose my mind, if she ever kissed me, I swear I'd die.

Gigi's voice snapped me apart. God, this was so embarrassing. She definitely saw whatever was going on between Meg and I. I inhaled deeply to calm myself and focus my thoughts. Okay Leo, calm the fuck down and serious tone down those hormones, you aren't a horny schoolboy. Maybe, it'd just been too long since I'd been with a girl. Or maybe, she was really really pretty. Like I don't know what was it about her that made her so beautiful. I mean she was good looking and all. But, Bianca was gorgeous, but I never felt like an idiotic schoolboy around her.

I wasn't even paying attention when Gabriella explained she had to go and meet Andrew at the airport. I knew this was coming. I told her I would sort stuff out and she should go and meet her fiancé. I asked her to take my car and go. I really don't want her to go alone in a cab. At least, I knew I had five guns hidden inside the car in case she might ever need it for any kind of emergency. Gigi left even without saying a bye. Typical. She is crazy about that boy Andrew and in a good way. They're a cute couple even though their mushy romance makes me puke sometimes.

I realised that Meg and I were alone. The lounge was empty too. It's strange thought to be alone with her. It made me feel a weird sensation in my stomach. For god's sake, why am I being so dramatic? We discussed a little more about the location and decided on Aquamarine. I asked her if we had more work to do and she said no. I glanced at the time and realised that it was pretty late. She was packing all her rose gold stationary in her tote. She's a careless girl and I guess I was a little worried about her. The streets are unsafe for unsuspecting people like her. And, did I mention it was raining heavily? Fuck the weather. It couldn't get any worse.

Meg hadn't brought her car. Yikes. Looks like both of us were stuck here until the rain stopped. We went by the door to judge the rain. It was pouring like god had planned to flood the fucking planet in a few minutes. We had to wait for the rain to lessen until we could even think of going out and trying to find a cab. For a moment, both of stared outside at the pouring rain, helplessly. A palm tree snapped. Both of us shared this unsaid look that we were absolutely fucked. I couldn't help but smile. It was strange and I guess cute too, the way someone can just know what you're thinking.

The lights went out and I heard Meg yelp. Instinctively, I reached out for my gun. I felt Meg's hand groping in the dark, so I held her hand. Her touch was so soft and warm. I held her hand and with the other hand, I held my gun. The lights returned shortly and I quickly hid the gun in the inner pocket of my jacket. I hope she didn't notice it. The lights were back and we pondered if we must stay or leave. Meg wanted to be home. She was clearly terrified of rain, thunder and darkness. I could tell she wanted to be home as soon as possible. So, she said we should make a run for it at the count of three. Before we could, I slipped on my coat over her shoulders and asked her to pull up the collar. She asked me won't I be needing it. Well, it was raining and she was terrified and stuck here, the least I could do for her was keep her warm. We ran into the street, hand in hand, getting drenched in rain. It was so cold and not a darn cab in sight. I wonder why when you want a cab desperately, there isn't a single one in sight, and its even more deserted than a graveyard. Okay, this was so so cold. I didn't know it'd be this cold, it was a good thing I lent her my jacket. So after almost freezing to death in rain, we got a cab. We both sighed as we sat in the cab. Well, that was quite an adventure. It was a crazy night but hell it was fun. We made a good team. I guess I blurted that out loud, it was so embarrassing. To my surprise, she even agreed.

I dropped Meg home. She insisted she was fine but what kind of a guy would I be if I didn't drop her home? I mean it was raining, and it was late at night. Probably certain areas had power cuts too. I could never leave her alone, hell I wouldn't let anyone go alone at such a time. I remember when I was a kid I was afraid of thunderstorms, and refused to go to extra classes because I'd hate walking alone in thunderstorms. My older brother Frank always came to pick me up. He said when you're with someone, darkness is a little less scary. Anyway, we stopped the cab in front of Meg's home. I walked her till the door. She insisted it was fine. But I couldn't let her walk alone. I mean it's basic etiquette, right? If not for Gigi and I she wouldn't even be held up. This was the least I could do.

We reached her doorstep and she asked me to wait. She rushed in almost tripping in the dark. She returned running, with an umbrella, a towel and a paper cup with a tea bag. She handed me the towel and told me to dry myself. She gave me an umbrella and the paper cup along with a sachet of green tea. She told me to drink it up warm so I wouldn't catch a cold. I did not expect this. Was she the same woman from the airport? I can't believe that meanie could do something so sweet. Maybe, I'd misjudged her. I guess she was being nice and I was really thankful for it. I thanked her and turned to leave. Before I could, she asked me to be safe. I laughed. She was probably the one non-family person who'd asked me to stay safe. I mean I'm not the kind of guy one worries about. Usually, people are unsafe in my presence.

She did not look pleased. She told me to text her when I got home otherwise she'd worry herself all night. It took me by surprise. I mean no one has worried about me getting home safe. I bet half the people who know me wish I was dead on my way home. It was nice to be worried about, to be cared for. But, wait a damn second. Why was she worrying about me? I could have sworn she'd have killed me a few days ago. I looked at her grinning at me and even though it was dark, I knew she was blushing a little. It wasn't just me who felt this weird thing between us, she felt it too. I know she did. I'm not blind. I mean I noticed her check me out a couple of times during the cab ride. The way she kept on glancing at me, I knew she felt the same way.

I looked at her for a moment. Her hair was all sticky with rain water and he eyeliner or mascara had smudged around her eyes, God, she was still so beautiful. She's beautiful, good at her work, has a strong personality and a sassy mouth. On top of that she has a soft side. Could she get any sexier? I swear at that moment, I prayed so hard for her to ask me to stay. I know she wouldn't but a man can hope. Before I left, I couldn't resist telling her that she was cute when she wasn't cocky. That was a lie, she was unexceptionally attractive when she was cocky. Not that I'd admit it. To my surprise, she said you too Leo. This was the closest I'd get to her calling me cute. Honestly, I appreciated even that. Anything that comes from Meg, I'd appreciate it.

As much as I wished she'd asked me to stay, I had to leave, I couldn't and wouldn't stay until she asked me to. I left and sat the cab as I sipped the piping cup of tea. It was a wild night but was I glad about it. Before I knew I reached home. I texted Meg that I reached home. When I did reach home, I realised my jacket was with Meg. Oh fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck. I cannot write that many fucks. But I wish I did because I had left my gun in my jacket. I just hope Meg doesn't find it or she quits out the wedding and Gabriella would definitely kill me. I'm so screwed.

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