Can you mend my broken heart?

Her seductive eyes spoke tales of her love galore.

Tugging on to her hair, he looked into her eyes unable to understand what that girl was made of. Then slowly after drinking her through his eyes, he relaxed his grip around her and said,

"Then show me how you bite once I come back".

Saying that he got down from the bed and cupped her chin with his left palm and gave her a soft kiss.

"You mean so much more to me Akira. I have no words for you", saying that he ran his fingers and cleared away all the loose strands of hair falling on her face, all gently.

He knew she was doing it all and saying it all just so that he didn't feel bad. He knew exactly how she was and that made him fall in love with her even more.

"Wait a second", he said and went to the washroom.

As he walked she kept admiring the brilliant sight of his well-toned body and his almost excited manhood and she bloated out of happiness. Yes, that deliciously edible man was hers, all hers to bite, devour and to wrestle with. She knew that every single moment of her life was now going to be happy because he was the sort of person who would bring the element of surprise and chaos in her life. She thanked her stars in an inaudible prayer for breaking her heart, she thanked her stars for making her take that fateful flight.

He came back in seconds with a bathrobe in his hand and he wrapped her up like a kitten.

"Don't get cold", he said and then left to get ready, not because he wanted to, but because for the first time she had asked for something to him. And he wanted to leave no stone unturned to make it happen. He was going to win it for her. So there were no short cuts.

But before he could enter the bathroom she asked,

"Give me a bag".

"What sort of bag".

"A travel bag".

"But why?"

"I want to pack for you".

His lips curled into a smile.

"I am just going for a night and two days Akira. I will just throw in some clothes. Don't bother. Maybe you can help your brother pack instead".

"But I want to", she said and with her hands on her waist she got down from the bed and said,

"Will you give or I will scout your house myself".

Raymond sighed and pulled out a small trolley bag from his cupboard and gave it to her.

"Pack whatever you want", he said and went to take bath.

She scanned through his wardrobe and her hands stopped at the light sky-blue solid shirt. It was the same shirt that he had worn on that fateful flight journey.

She picked it up and checked its sleeves.

They had been dry-cleaned.

All smiles, she folded it neatly and kept it in the bag, followed by his other clothes. Then she roamed around the room but as she was bored, she went into his study room and flipped through a couple of project files of his.

Getting bored again she was about to turn back when she saw a tan leather diary. She had seen it often with him in office. So just out of curiosity she opened it and turned a few pages.

It was his personal journal of this year.

She eagerly flipped through a couple of pages more and saw a couple of their memories scribbled in some corners.

She got all excited and took it and hid it in her bag.

Now she had something to look up to tonight.