C65 sixty five

He also got up and adjusted his seating. He immediately searched for my hand and squeezed it gently.

I pouted and giggled. "Yes, but it's okay because I watched you sleep," I confessed.

He chuckled. "You still look beautiful," he complimented me again.

He fixed the twist in my hair and tucked it behind my ear. His hair was a bit messy too, but he still looked very handsome. No matter how much time passes. No matter if the water stops flowing in the river. No matter if the dead rise from the ground. Even if a person doesn't get burnt by the sun, he'll still be handsome in my eyes.

Weird.

"Oh, Cyrus, you're starting to sweet-talk early in the morning," I teased, grinning. "You said you'd teach me how to cook? What now? Let's go, because for sure it'll take a while for you to teach me," I crossed my arms and looked at him.

He scratched his head and nodded before standing up.

"Okay," he grabbed me by the waist. "Let's wash up and brush our teeth together," he said cheesily.

I couldn't do anything as he mimicked me and led me out of the room.

I wake up next to him, and I realize that it's the best thing that happened in my daylight.

"You're so clingy! You keep holding on as if I could teleport to another place if you let go of me," I complained.

He stopped walking, about to enter the bathroom, but he held me back and grabbed my wrist.

He moved closer. "I'll hold you up until I want to. I'll hold you because you are just for me," he stopped and kissed my temple. "There are many things I didn't do for you before when we were together, and now that we're back together, I promise to fulfill my duties as your boyfriend."

I suddenly felt guilty!

I just pouted.

"Baby, can you pass me the face towel?" he instructed after we finished brushing our teeth and washing up, pointing to the side.

I nodded. "Here," I handed it to him.

He winked. "Thanks," and pinched my cheeks.

I pouted. "You're welcome," I said.

I watched him in his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were on me as he dried his face. It's like we're both idiots staring at each other in the mirror.

"I'll teach you how to cook chicken tinola," he said as we exited the bathroom.

He immediately prepared the equipment and ingredients. He gestured for me to come closer, so I followed him right away.

"These are the ingredients," he pointed to the other side. "I'll teach you how to cook chicken tinola," he said.

I got excited because my mom cooks delicious chicken tinola, and it became my favorite!

"Heat the pan first," he ordered.

I immediately followed him. "Then?" I asked.

"Then fry the ginger, onion, and garlic," he commanded.

I nodded again like a servant. "Then?"

He pursed his lips. "Put in the chicken," he pointed to the chicken. "And add this," he handed me pepper, salt. "Oh, the most important," he pointed to the chicken cubes.

I followed what he said.

We waited for a few minutes. He hugged me from behind while looking into the pan.

He continued to give me instructions on what to put in and what to do. I followed him right away because I didn't want to waste the ingredients and his effort in teaching me.

"That's fine, let me taste it," he said and took a spoon to taste.

I suddenly felt nervous, afraid he might get angry if it's not delicious!

"Is it good?" I nervously asked.

Instead of answering, he scooped some broth and blew on it before bringing it to my lips.

"Taste it, and you will find the key to your question,"

I gave him a glare before tasting it.

I bit my lip.

"Hmm?"

"It's delicious!" I happily exclaimed.

He laughed and nodded. "Sit," he ordered. "I'll prepare since you're the one who cooked,"

"okay," I happily said.

I proudly took off my apron and walked arrogantly to the dining table. I wiped myself off quickly before sitting down.

"You're a fast learner after all," he remarked. "Maybe you just didn't have the will to cook for the past few days, weeks, months, or years? But now you know how, and it's delicious," he praised me.

I shrugged. "Well," I said proudly.

He just laughed and shook his head.

He began to set the plates, spoons, forks, and glasses on the table. I watched him with every movement. Like yesterday, he was still wearing a sleeveless shirt, but this time, it was gray. So with every movement, his muscles tightened.

I looked at him.

To the person I would let into my world with everything.