The Best Man novel Chapter 50

"No, I'll take care of it", I paid the bill on her behalf and she sat there, staring at me

"Thank you", she sobbed, and I honestly wondered why she was triggered by all this. It was just a polite gesture.

"Let's get you to your room, okay?", I asked, wrapping my arms around her legs with one hand to support her back to carry her to her room because I could see she wouldn't be able to make it on her own. She nodded her head while wrapping her arm around my neck and I picked her up, only for her to bury her face on the side of my neck, breathing softly for a second I was convinced she passed out.

When we got to her room, I gently laid her on the bed, and she pulled me by the hand, stopping me from leaving. I could see her lips moving, but no sound was coming out of her mouth.

"What?", I leaned closer to her when I couldn't hear what she was saying

"I said I need to change, I can't sleep in this dress", she slured while hiccuping a little,

"So you want me to help you change?"

"Yeah", she hiccuped again, while looking up at me with a pouty face. That look was surely my weakness because I couldn't resist it.

"Fine", I sighed while opening her closet to find her something to sleep in. She found oversized T-shirts and boxers more comfortable than pajamas or night clothes. There was a T-shirt set aside from the other pile of her clothes and I pulled it out, realizing it looked familiar.

"Is this my mine?", I unfolded it holding it against her face and she frowned a little when she realized she didn't actually get away with stealing it

"Oh you noticed?", she took it from me to put it on. "I didn't think you would"

"How could I not? It's one of my favorite shirts"

"You have other favorites too, so I guess you're safe", she pulled her dress down her legs, dropping it to the floor and adjusted the shirt on her body. I have to admit though, it really looked good on her.

"You should have at least told me you had it, rather than to take it without my knowledge", I pointed out, only to see her lips starting quiver, and she broke into tears shortly after, making me feel awful

"I'm such a horrible person", she sobbed while covering her face with her hands. I didn't want her to cry or feel bad about taking the shirt because I didn't take it too personal.

"Why are you crying?", I sat beside her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder to comfort her. "I'm not going to hold the shirt thing against you if that's what you're worried about"

"This is not because of the shirt, it's because you're always so good to me and I always treat you like shit. I hate myself for what I'm doing to you"

My eyebrows knitted in confusion. "Is that even a reason to curve someone?"

"You make me feel things I've never felt before because you honestly bring out the worst and best with me", she half-chuckled, half-sobbed while saying the last part, and I was honestly fluttered

"Sometimes it's better to learn how to love things that are good for you"

"I know", she heaved a sigh. "The thing is, I love the person that I am when I'm with you because, it's always the little things that matters when it comes to you. You make it so hard not to like you"

"Why is that a bad thing?", I questioned, and she sighed while standing on her feet, nearly losing her balance, but I quickly grabbed hold of her, bringing her close and locked her in between my legs. She looked down on me, running her hands up my arms to caressing the sides of my face.

"You don't know what it's like to be able to see you, touch you and smell you; it really means a lot to me and I just don't know what to do with myself because I think I'm getting addicted to you"

"Is that why you stole my T-shirt? To be covered with my scent when I'm not around?", I said jokingly and she laughed.

"Yeah that's kinda the reason", she shrugged. "Do you mind?"