**ROSEANA**
"Good morning!" I greeted Damon enthusiastically when I entered his room. I caught him standing in front of the mirror, putting on his watch.
I saw him look at me in the mirror. I smiled at him widely. He might have been blinded if my smile had been brighter.
"Oh, I'm just taking the laundry," I explained. Even though he didn't ask, it was clear that he was perplexed as to why I had entered his room so early. I didn't hear any response, so I left him to get his dirty clothes.
I cast my gaze inside his walk-in closet. I've always seen his organized items since I moved in with him, and I can't help but admire his organizational skills. Every time, I am astounded by how his clothes were organized by color, used, and nicely folded. I think that even a small change in his things will be noticed by him right away. That is how well-organized he is.
I walked out of his walk-in closet carrying a load of laundry. I noticed him growing upset while attempting to knot his tie.
His brows knit as he meticulously adjusts his necktie. He expelled air violently.
Should I help him? I wanted to, but I'm afraid he'll become upset. Who can say? Perhaps he doesn't want me to approach him. Besides, we've only recently met. I'm not even sure how to approach him.
"Can you help me fix this? My patience is running out before I can tie this into a knot," he grumbled.
I couldn't stop giggling when he said that. I set down my laundry basket and approached him. His gaze was fixed on my every move.
Before gently straightening his ties, I wipe my hands through my clothes to ensure they are clean.
"It's simple enough to fix," I mutter matter-of-factly. I gave him a sidelong glance and noticed how his brows met. He even sneered at me.
His reaction made me shake my head. "The first thing you should do is loop the tie around your collar," I instructed.
He rolled his eyes at me and said, "Of course I know that."
"Oh, at least you know that; I thought you didn't, I replied philosophically.
"Aw!" I let go of his necktie when he suddenly flipped my forehead. I rubbed my brow as I scowled at him.
"How about tying your neck tie around your neck? How's that? You flip on my forehead so hard it stings!"
When I saw him suppress his smile, my face crumbled. Is he making fun of me?
"What's funny?" I inquired blankly. I grabbed his necktie and began tying it.
I was engrossed in fixing his necktie. I stopped paying attention to him because I knew if I argued with Damon, the conversation would be much longer. Rather than battling with him, I taught him how to tie his necktie.
"Last but not least, tighten the knot by holding it gently in one hand and tugging on the thin end with the other," I murmured, my gaze still fixed on his necktie. I adjusted his slightly twisted collar and stroked his shoulder.
He cut off, "You made it look so easy." "You should fix it for me next time."
I looked up at him as he spoke. Only now did I notice he was staring at my face rather than at what I was doing. His enticing eyes are locked on me.
"Huh?" I asked, my head wandering.
I nearly got lost in his glances. Then it dawned on me.
My brows came together to create a frown. I let out a long sigh.
"I'm showing you how to tie your necktie so you can do it yourself the next time, but it appears you're not paying attention."
He looked at me with a tiny smile on his face. He's looking down at me, and I'm looking up at him. Because of our height disparity, it was difficult for me to look at him. If I don't raise my head, I'll be facing his chest.
"Why would I need to do it if I had you?" he pondered.
"And you really intend to make me your assistant?" I asked, seeming to sulk.
His smile disappeared. As he heard what I said, his lips formed a thin line. His playful mood has vanished.
"Hey, what's up with the sudden change?" I questioned, becoming uneasy with the gaze he was giving me.
"I don't plan on treating you like a maid," he stated.
"Of course, I know. I'm just kidding," I replied. I mustered a laugh to dispel the discomfort around me.
"You are not my maid, Roseana; you are my wife," he stated with conviction in every word.
"I-I know." I stammered.
"It's good to know we're on the same page."
"Can you hand me my coat?" he asked, his tiny smile returning, and the air suddenly felt more comfortable.
"Roseana?"
I repeatedly blink my eyes open. "Huh?" I asked, absentmindedly looking at him.
"Are you okay?" he inquired. His eyes, which are typically emotionless, show worry.
His hand brushed my forehead before I could respond.
"I'm fine," I replied, simply brushing off his palm on my forehead. I can feel my cheeks growing red.
"Um, your coat, right?" I hurriedly turned my back on him and dashed to his closet when he called, almost colliding with the side of his bed in my rush.
"Roseana?" he called. My feet came to a halt as I heard his sweet tone calling my name, almost leaping my heart out of my ribcage.
"Yes?" I covertly grasp my chest, attempting to calm my racing heart.
What is going on with me? In front of him, I'm immediately nervous, but in a good way.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm getting your coat in your closet. Why?"
I waited for him to respond to my inquiry, and when he didn't, I couldn't help but look at him.
I almost passed out when the tip of my nose touched the steel of his chest when I looked in his direction. I was able to smell him again. His woody yet manly perfume transported me back to the night he saved me over a week ago.
I noticed his manly Adam's apple when I gazed at him. I bit my lower lip. I swallowed the knot in my throat unconsciously, trying to shift my focus away from his neck.
My intrusive thinking tells me to use my fingertips to trace those two muscular mountains that go up and down whenever he swallows. I'm now curious about how his flesh will feel against mine. It took all my resolve to keep my gaze away from his neck.
I took a step back, two steps to the left, and then remained still. Because of my movement, I'm sure I appeared like a robot. I realized what I did was amusing. I was aware because of Damon's amazed stare, but I didn't pay any attention to it. What matters is that I rejected the temptation my brain was whispering to me.
I'm not sure why I think about it. To be honest, I sounded like a pervert earlier. In my defense, I'm just curious. I don't know how else to interpret what I was thinking. I don't mean any harm. I'll also make certain that I don't do that.
The idea made me laugh.
Roseana, are you serious? Can you think of a more plausible excuse? That was incredibly stupid!
Damon's gaze captured mine. My smile froze when I realized he had been staring at me for a while. I'm sure he noticed how I grinned for no apparent reason.
"No offense, but you are a little creepy right now."
If only I could make the floor swallow me whole so I could get out of his presence, I would have done it. My entire face is turning very red.
I raced out of his room because I couldn't handle the embarrassment any longer. My hand grabbed the laundry basket on the floor and fled. I was a few strides away from his door, my other hand poised to grab the doorknob when bad luck struck me like lightning.
My feet take the incorrect step. I slipped.
My entire world slowed down as I watched the inside of the laundry basket fly all over the place, and my back hit the floor. I groaned as I felt pain in my back.
That was the most humiliation I expected to feel this morning. But I was wrong. It doesn't end like that. A cloth had fallen on my face.
What the hell is going on? I have a notion as to what it is, but my system refuses to accept it. Oh, please, no.
In my brain, I've begged all the saints I know to alleviate my embarrassment. I slowly pulled the piece of fabric that had fallen on my face with my two fingers, clutching the cloth. I raised it and examined it.
Damn!
Among the many clothes that can fall on my face, Damon's underwear hit my face! Why am I still living if I have to go through this disgrace? Ah!