Take Me Away

Fiona didn’t know how she got out of his embrace, and if she’d even blushed or struggled. She only knew that when she finally composed herself, she stood by the basin in the bathroom, about to wash her hands.

As she breathed in, Spencer’s smell, a somehow comforting mix of rain and smoke seemed to linger.

Along with the unmistakable tension that filled the room was a sweet, if not subtle tenderness. And yet, it was horrible for a man and a woman to be alone together. Fiona resolved to not come here next week.

Fiona took a deep breath as she felt her face flush. As she walked silently out of the bathroom, she heard a contented sigh from the living room. She found Spencer in an unorthodox position.

He lay down on the sofa, but was too tall that one of his legs dangled out and rested against the floor instead. Despite this, he slept soundly.

He’d fallen asleep in just a few minutes. He must be exhausted.

Fiona quietly approached him and took notice of his slight frown and undisguised fatigue. She wondered if she should wake him up.

"What are you looking at? Do you think I’m handsome?" As he spoke in a hoarse voice, Spencer opened his eyes.

Fiona, startled, stepped back in surprise. "You weren’t asleep?"

"I was." He sat. "I woke up when I heard your footsteps." He always stayed alert.

Fiona was a little embarrassed. She noted to herself that keeping any kind of secret from him in the future would be unwise.

"Breakfast is served. Do you want to have some first?" she asked after a pause.

"Yes." Spencer smiled at her.

"Then have some breakfast, take a shower and go to bed. You’ll feel more comfortable."

She stared back with confusion as she saw Spencer's burning eyes boring into her. "What's wrong?"

"Don't you think you're a bit too chatty?"

"I..." Fiona opened her mouth, but closed it again before saying anything. She turned around and walked to the table. "It's time for breakfast."

Spencer looked back at her as she did so, and put a hand in his pocket. ‘Fiona, don't you think you look like a wife who was waiting for her husband to come home?’ he thought.

"We’ll go back downtown first thing tomorrow morning," he said in between eating.

"Okay." Fiona nodded. "By the way, I don't need to come here next week, right?"

He stopped eating. "No, you don't," he replied.

'Great!'

Fiona smiled.

"Hide your smile a little, won’t you?" Spencer stared at the food in front him, not even daring to cast a glance.

on her face disappeared. "I'm happy. Aren't you happy? You don't have to see me. You should be happy. At least now, no one is going to

for a second, and stood up. "I'm full. I'm going

mean I can go back and sleep in my

tomorrow. Won’t it be me more troublesome for you?"

yet. You know, I wonder how I can sleep at

at her impatiently and then strode

realizing what he was doing. She quickly pushed the

"Be careful!" Fiona shouted.

you think everyone is as clumsy as you?" Due to his stature, he was able to easily draw the curtain. "This is the

very

sure that it wouldn’t fall down again. In a sarcastic tone, he remarked, "How hard did you pull the curtain down? Seems like you bore a grudge

"I don't know."

but trouble." Spencer turned

Fiona didn't know how to retort. ‘How

scratch on

forgotten

Bang!

the living room. Fiona’s eyes widened with shock, and she

Spencer standing in front of the mirror as he held a cotton stick

was a stool that had been kicked over and

go the infirmary so they could

business," he snapped at her. He felt her eyes pierce through him, as if

his wound again, frowned, and

He turned

her fists.

as he strode towards Fiona, who noticed

escape?" With a sneer, Spencer quickly caught up with her,

sketchpad fell onto the floor. She stared at him. "What do you

to move closer to her. He propped his hands on each side of her head. He stared at her more intently, and in a slow voice, he murmured, "I will

Fiona

this." Spencer

you again." Fiona turned her head away.

He drew closer to her, still smiling. "You seem to hate my

you

shouldn’t be!" He sighed deeply. "You had just thrown yourself on me and kissed me, and

face turned red. "That was

kiss?" He asked the question as if

count as

what does?" He went even closer, almost grazing his lips against hers. Fiona could feel his gentle breath on her skin. She knew what he was trying to

away with her eyes closed. "I told you to get out of my

tracks as he felt their skins touch. As he looked at every inch of Fiona’s frustrated expression, he wanted to teach her what