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.

happy. Aren't you happy? You don't have to see me. You should be happy. At least

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

stopped him. "Does this mean I can

be leaving tomorrow. Won’t it be

the curtain yet. You know, I wonder how I can sleep at night like

are trouble." He glanced at her impatiently

he was doing. She quickly pushed the door open and found him stepping on the chair, curtain

"Be careful!" Fiona shouted.

stature, he was able to easily draw the curtain. "This is the first time I’ve

very much,

and drew the curtain to make sure that it wouldn’t fall down again. In a sarcastic tone, he remarked, "How hard did you pull the

"I don't know."

that you are nothing but trouble." Spencer turned around

peep at me." Fiona didn't know how to retort. ‘How can a 26-year-old

scratch on his back. He had gotten injured but didn’t bandage the wound. As such, the gash began to

the pictures, having forgotten

Bang!

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

in front of the mirror as he held a cotton stick and clumsily wiped the blood

and a

doing? Wouldn’t you rather go the infirmary so they could treat your wound properly?" Fiona

of your business," he snapped at her. He felt her eyes pierce through him, as if she was looking

his wound again, frowned, and

Come back here!" Spencer kicked the medicine box. He turned around and stared

fists. She didn't want

he strode towards

With a sneer, Spencer quickly caught up with her, grabbed her thin arms, and threw her mercilessly on the

fell onto the floor. She stared at him. "What

of her head. He stared at her more intently, and

you crazy?" Fiona

me do this."

hope to never see you again." Fiona turned her head away. "Get out of my

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

glad you realize

sighed deeply. "You had just thrown

face turned red. "That was

He asked the question as if he already knew

not count as kissing!" she

grazing his lips against hers. Fiona could feel his gentle breath on her skin.

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

he looked at every inch of Fiona’s frustrated expression, he wanted to teach her what