Chapter 4 LOST AND FOUND FOUR

Chapter 4

"Here..." I looked up and took the glass of water that Travis gave me.

"Thank you..." I smiled sincerely and handed the glass back, which he quickly took and put on the table. He sat beside me and just looked at me. I quickly looked away, feeling my cheeks blush from his gaze.

"Leigh..." I bit my lip and quickly turned to him, swallowing hard when our eyes met.

"Why do you call me Leigh?" I asked, turning to face him. It was the first time someone called me Leigh. Usually, I'm called Cai or my full name Cailegh, so it felt strange to hear him say it.

"Huh? Uh, I always call you that name since then. I've gotten used to it." He shrugged, but I noticed the sadness in his eyes.

"I'm sorry for making you cry... I just didn't know how to feel when I found out someone knows me."

"It's fine." He said this briefly before standing up. I followed him with my eyes as he went up the stairs and saw him enter a room.

I sighed.

Would he let me ask him about the past? From how he looks, it seems like he doesn't want to talk about it, and it makes me wonder why. I know he has a big role in my past, and I want to remember that. How I wish he would agree...

I lost my thoughts when I heard footsteps and saw Travis coming down while putting on his tank top. My mouth fell open, and I felt like drooling when I saw his muscles flexing as he put on his shirt.

Whoa... Why is he so hot?!

Our eyes met, and I saw a hint of a smile on his lips when he caught me staring at him like a fool.

"Enjoy?" My eyes widened, and I quickly stood up.

"No! What? Okay, I'm going home..." I quickly turned around and started walking away, but before I could get far, I felt him grab my wrist.

"Wait!" He turned me towards him, and my heart raced when I bumped into his chest. I couldn't help but smell his very manly scent; it was so intoxicating.

"W...Why?" I heard his soft laugh, and suddenly, I went blank because I was stuttering. Cailegh, why are you stuttering?

"You..." He whispered near my ear, and I felt goosebumps rise on my neck. Oh my.

"W...What?" I silently cursed myself for stuttering again. Oh come on, Cailegh!

"You... are still wearing my shirt..." Slowly, I pushed him away because my stomach was twisting uncomfortably as I bit my lip.

"Oh right. Sorry..." I stepped back and turned around before taking off his shirt. What a shame! I thought maybe I'd keep it as a memory, maybe next time...

I turned back around and found him wide-eyed and frozen in place with his mouth slightly open as he stared at me.

"Hey, are you okay? Here..." I reached out to give him the shirt, but he didn't take it. He gasped sharply, and his whole face turned red.

"Trav..." I called to him, frowning as his mouth opened like he wanted to say something but then closed again.

"Hey!" I snapped my fingers, and it seemed to bring him back to reality.

"You..." His jaw tightened as he came closer to me, making me step back.

"What did I do?" I stepped back even more as he approached me with a tense jaw.

I felt my back hit something and his body was so close to mine that I didn't know how to react, especially when his face came down to mine.

"T..Travis..." I softly called his name, but he was breathing heavily, staring into my eyes.

"I missed you..." I was speechless. I didn't know what to say or do about what he said.

"Trav..." Our eyes met, and I could see the sadness in his gaze. His breath touched my cheeks, and his lips were just inches away from mine.

He lifted his head, and I closed my eyes as I felt his long kiss on my forehead. His kiss was way too familiar...

I almost complained when he pulled his lips away from my forehead and stepped back, then he smiled at me.

"Sorry 'bout that," he said briefly and turned away. I followed him as he walked and spoke.

"Thanks for the shirt, Trav." He turned back to me but shook his head, and his expression darkened again.

"You're not gonna leave this place without wearing that goddamn shirt." He said firmly, frowning.

"You're bipolar, right? Earlier you wanted it, now you don't. What do you really want?" His lips twitched at what I said as he put his hands in the pockets of his board shorts.

"I said you're wearing my shirt. I didn't say take it off before going home." He said grumpily, so I pouted.

"You're grumpy too, huh? I'm going home anyway, so just keep it. Wearing a bikini on my way home won't hurt... Our rest house is just a few blocks away from here." His face frowned even more at what I said, and without warning, he snatched the shirt from my hands and put it over my head.

"The hell I care... Just wear this thing. You almost got hurt earlier, and now you want to wear that?" His voice was cold as he tapped my shoulder.

"Hands up." I raised my hands too as he helped me get into the shirt.

"Let's go."

"Ha?" I was stunned when he took my hand and pulled me out of his rest house.

"Where are we going?" I asked in surprise, but he just ignored me before speaking again.

"Don't swim; it will sting on your wound. Next time, watch where you're going. Don't be clumsy," he said briefly while pulling me along. I stayed quiet and didn't respond.

I kept smiling, and my heart jumped at what he said.

"Where's your rest house?"

"It's over there..." I pointed to the right; he held my hand as we approached it, but he stopped when we reached the rest house.

"Don't... Don't tell me this is yours..." His brow furrowed as he bit his lower lip.

"Ha? It is ours," I said with confusion. What was with him and our house?

"Where's your room?" He asked curiously while looking closely at me.

"Why? Are you going to come in?!" I exaggeratedly said. What if he wants to come in at night?! Oh my god! That could happen!

I winced at the thought, how flirty could I be...

"Tss... Just tell me where your room is," but surely he wouldn't come in, right? What a waste!

Shit. Cailegh, get a grip!

"There..." I pointed upstairs to the right. He slowly frowned and suddenly grabbed my hand.

"Hey! What are..." He placed my hand near his head, and I felt something like a bump there.

My mouth dropped open when I felt the bump, suddenly, memories of my craziness in my room earlier came back-golf... the cockroach... and the meter stick...

I slowly looked at him with wide eyes.

"I... You... You're the guy..." I stammered.

"Oh yes Hon, it's me..." He said without emotion, but I didn't know what to be surprised about more.

Was it that he was the one I targeted earlier with the meter stick or him calling me "Hon"?

Oh come on, can it be both?