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    Romantic Love….4

    Chapter 4

    After the long bumpy and not to mention, torture ride, Bette and the lad finally reached her house and she was truly amaze that they manage to get there, basing on that motorbike’s condition, it always threatens to stop while they’re on the road.

    She open’s the door and told the young man to sit in the sofa while she make necessary phone calls to the people who’ll gonna take care of her car.

    “Uhmn.. ss..so, I.. ah.. uhmn.. how much do I o..owe you?” if Bette wasn’t looking at this young man’s lips while he speak, she wouldn’t have understood what he was saying, since he spoke in such a soft voice.

    Bette gaze at this young man whose sitting fidget not far beside her in the sofa. He seems to be preparing himself to be shock. She sigh, then stood up and walk, leaving him sitting there, confusion written all over his face.

    After a few minutes passed, Bette returned and she was carrying the first aid box and put it in the table in front of him

    “Here, clean those wounds before it get infected.” She ordered

    She watched as this young man quickly followed her command, his face grimace at every touch of the cotton pad with alcohol in his wounds and constantly blowing it to dry. When he was done, Bette took the rubbing alcohol and a piece of cotton ball, and walk towards him.

    Bette poured a small amount of alcohol on the cotton ball then slightly squat in front of him. She heard him hissed in pain as she place the moist thing gently in that little scratch in his forehead, she softly blew it to dry then pick a small band aid on the the box and gently stick it there. He look so adorable with his eyes tightly closed, biting his bottom lip that Bette couldn’t help but stare at him for a while

    She quickly turned her eyes to other direction as she noticed him opening his eyes. She cleared her throat and stands straight “You’re hungry right?” she said not waiting for him to answer, she made her way to the kitchen and search for something to eat.

    “Uhmn.. I hate to ask this.. again, but how much do I owe you?” he asked then bite on his peanut butter sandwich.

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    Comments

    1. Well those aren’t words you usually find on an ID but if it was on anyone’s, it would be on Shane’s. Didn’t Bette even ask “him” his name before now? Shane!! Shane! Shane!

    2. I was thinking Tina, but now I am wondering if it might be Shane myself. Or someone related to a friend of Bette’s???? You are definitely keeping up the mystery.

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