Her Mysterious Life – In love with her secret savior

He noticed that Kyra was busy in the kitchen and stopped in his tracks. He leaned against the wall and took his sweet time, observing her. Her gentle expressions, her nimble moments and occasional biting of her lips. 

He couldn't help but fish out his phone and take a short video of her. Whenever he will miss her, he could see this video. 

After being satisfied with the video he took, he walked into the kitchen and back hugged her. He placed his chin on her shoulder and asked, "Any help from your boyfriend?"

Kyra was startled for a second but quickly returned to calm self. She smiled and placed her hands on his arms and snuggled her back against his freshly showered body. 

"I can do it by myself. How can I ask my esteemed guest to work?", she said, teasing him. 

"Guest?", Oliver asked, placing his warm lips on the crook of her neck, making Kyra shiver. 

"Y..yes," Kyra stammered, distracted. 

"Really?", Oliver asked as his lips traveled a little down, kissing the place where her neck and shoulders meet. 

"I don't think so.", he whispered in her ears and finally retreated with a playful smile on his lips. 

"Breath, silly.", he said and chuckled seeing her red cheeks. 

It was only when Kyra realized that she was holding her breath. Should he really seduce her like this??

Not that she is complaining. In fact, she liked it. It is just that he shouldn't have stopped midway like this. 

"Now, what can I help?" Oliver asked.

"Wanna help?" Kyra asked as she turned to look at him. 

Seeing the victory in his eyes and the naughty smile dangling on his lips, Kyra pursed her lips. He left her frustrated like this and there he was enjoying the impact he left on her. 

'I will have my revenge after the dinner', Kyra thought. 

She took a step towards him and raised her face so that her lips are just a inch away from his lips. 

Oliver looked at their lips, distracted but filled with anticipation. 

"If you wanna help, I prefer to have you do nothing and stop distracting me like this.", Kyra said and pushed him away. 

After that she went back to her cooking. 

Oliver looked at Kyra and sighed. He shouldn't have tried to distract her and stop midway. Feeling slightly guilty, he went and sat down at kitchen island and continued to stare at her. 

"Your staring is distracting me.", Kyra said, placing a dish in the oven. 

"You remember the first time we met at the hospital?" Oliver asked, reminiscing about their first meeting that happened a few months back. 

Kyra chuckled, remembering that day. It was the day she landed and in the airport she had to save a boy and send him to hospital. After doing that she went to the terrace and was enjoying her coffee. 

It was the first time she saw him after coming back. 

"You were staring at my waist. Like a pervert.", Kyra said. 

"Was I the only one who stared?" Oliver asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Kyra sat down across from him. She has put a dish in the oven and the other two dishes are on the shove, getting cooked. She didn't have anything left to do, so she sat down. 

"We both had our fair amount of staring sessions." Kyra said and Oliver let out a short, happy laugh. Yes, they do. 

It was his first time sneaking glances at a girl and he must say, he was embarrassed. His feelings and abrupt emotions distrurbed and worried him a lot but they turned into sweet memories after he realized why he was feeling like that. 

"Tell me why you agreed to take me as a fellow to work with you? I heard that I am the first person to get that honor.", Kyra asked. 

"You want the truth?" Oliver asked. 

"If it is a good one.", Kyra said, making Oliver smile. 

"Don't worry. It is not that bad." Oliver responded as he tucked the strands of her hair beneath her ear. 

"You love doing this, don't you?", she asked, referring to his habit of playing with her hair. 

"I kind of became addicted." Oliver agreed, looking at her with loving eyes. 

"Now, back to the topic. Tell me why you chose me.", Kyra asked, changing the topic. If they dwell deep into this topic this is a good chance their innocent flirting could lead to something like this. 

"At first, I didn't want to. Our president, my uncle, sent me your profile and it was outstanding. I was impressed but I was hesitant because of my fatal attraction towards you. I got scared that my puzzling emotions towards you will disrupt my work." he said. 

"I can't disagree. In fact, I felt the same when uncle asked you in front of everyone to take me as your fellow. So, what changed your mind?" Kyra asked. 

"I didn't want my personal problems to affect your career. You should have worked very hard to have such an outstanding profile, so how could I be unprofessional and take away an honor of learning from me?" Oliver asked, smiling as he played with her hair, twirling them around his fingers. 

"Narcissist." Kyra accused but there was a satisfactory smile on her lips. His answer should have satisfied her. 

"I am glad I didn't say no to my uncle." Oliver said. 

"I am glad as well." Kyra said, smiling. 

She was about to say something else but the sound from the oven stopped her. 

"Looks like dessert is done." Kyra said and walked towards the oven. Later she became busy finishing the dishes. 

Oliver didn't talk and allowed her to work. He felt bad for not helping her but he understood that she wanted to cook for him. He decided to reciprocate when they are having dinner at his house in future.

After five minutes or so, Kyra placed dishes on the dining table with Oliver's help. 

"Tasty?" Kyra asked as they started to eat. 

Oliver took a bite and gave a pause before responding to the question. 

"Not bad," he said. 

"Not bad?", Kyra asked, pouting. She has put so much effort into cooking and he was saying that it's not that bad??

Oliver laughed looking at her pout. "I am kidding, Ky. Food is delicious." he answered. 

"Really?", Kyra asked, with a spark in her eyes. 

"Real.", Oliver answered with a doting smile and ruffled her hair lightly. 

Satisfied with his answer, Kyra continued to dig in. She is starving!

They finished the dinner, striking casual conversation once in a while. 

"It's still 8'O clock. Should we do something to pass the time?", Kyra asked as they finished placing the washed dishes in the stand. Oliver insisted on helping, so she could not say no. He said it would make him feel uncomfortable if she does all the work. 

"Something?" Oliver asked, his voice naughty and teasing. 

She could tell what he was suggesting.

"I mean watching movies or something like that." Kyra said. 

Oliver smiled. She started to understand the pattern of his teasing. 

"It's boring. We have already done that." Oliver said. 

"Reading research papers?" Kyra asked. 

"You are turning into a workaholic, Ky.", Oliver said as they walked into the garden. A little walk in the fresh air while deciding what to do is not bad. 

Holding hands, they walked around and stopped at their usual meeting spot. The Garden patio. 

"We used to have our research discussions here.", Kyra said. 

"We can still have those discussions here." Oliver said, wrapping his arm around her waist. 

Kyra nodded her head. Why is she talking as if that is in the past?

"Ky, how about I watch you paint?" Oliver asked. He was having this in his mind for days but didn't have time to ask her. He remembers how she used to be indulged in painting whenever he used to come to visit her after his work. 

He missed that time. Her focussed and sharp eyes, her peaceful smile..

"Watching me paint?" Kyra asked. Well, she didn't expect this…

What is so special about her to watch??

"It's another thing I got addicted to. You might not have noticed but I used to stand here and watch you paint. It used to take a few minutes for you to realize that I am here.", Oliver said. 

Kyra amiled, reminiscing about those days. Those were the days after she got a concussion from the accident. 

"If it is what my boyfriend wants.", Kyra said as they walked to the porch of her garden house where she often paints. 

"One of your paintings is in process?" Oliver asked when he saw the canvas. 

"Yes. You can remove the cover.", Kyra said before going inside to bring her palette.

Oliver did as Kyra said and when he saw the incomplete painting, his face morphed with surprise and joy. 

Kyra who just came back noticed his shocked face and smiled. "I am painting our memories so I could remember them even…", Kyra stopped. She was about to say, 'even if we break up in future' but decided not to ruin the moment they are having. However, it was too late. 

"Even?", Oliver asked, raising an eyebrow.