"Shit! I'm sorry." I panicked as I saw a pile of acid on Xander's white shirt. Shit! Should I be thankful that I didn't eat breakfast earlier?
Xander glanced at his now dirty shirt and turned to me. "It's okay."
"N-no! No. It's not okay." I shook my head. How could he say this was okay?
Shit. I didn't know what to do. I just wanted to close my eyes and waited for the floor to swallow me. God. How could I do this?
"It's fine." He gave me a small smile. "How about you?" He gently held me in the shoulder, making me look at him. "Are you okay? You're pale."
Damn. I should be the one asking him that, right? But here he was. Gently asking me if I was okay after I just puked on his shirt.
"I'm okay…" I said in a small voice. I almost winced when I tasted the acid in my mouth. God. I just puked at him! This was Xander! "I just… have plane sickness. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…" Damn. I looked at his gorgeous face but I didn't know what to do. My mind was in circles. I couldn't think straight.
The only thing on my mind right now was that I was in front of Xander Villarama. And that he witnessed me in my most embarrassing state. And on top of that, I puked on him. I was sure as hell looked like a mess right now.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I kept on mumbling.
Stop saying sorry and do something, Charity!
I went back inside and grabbed a tissue. "Here…" I was about to wipe the vomit from his shirt when he took the tissue from me. My heart almost stopped when his fingers brushed on mine.
"It's okay," he said in a gentle voice, and I felt like melting in front of him.
"I'm really sorry."
"It's fine. I have a spare shirt in my carry-on bag." He smiled. "I'd just get it and change. You okay here?"
I just nodded at him. I watched him disappear from me before I dragged myself back inside the lavatory.
Shit. I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was a real mess. I wanted to slap myself for what I did.
Ugh. You're so stupid, Charity!
I winced as I started to clean my face. The only good thing about this was that my stomach started to feel better now. Maybe because I already puked my intestines out. I shut my eyes in embarrassment as I remembered what I did. But then a small smile formed on my face when I recalled how Xander talked to me earlier.
After what I did, he still managed to smile at me and freaking asked me if I was okay. If this was other people, I'd bet they would be fuming mad at me.
God. After all these years, he didn't change. He was still the Xander Villarama I fell in love with.
I bit my lower lip when I heard a knock. I looked at the mirror one more time and made sure my face was okay before I opened the door.
I was greeted by Xander. He was holding a dark shirt on his left hand. I forced myself not to wince as I glanced at his dirty dress shirt. I just focused my eyes on his face. Damn.
"Miss."
"Y-yes?"
He pursed those red lips of his. "I have to change my shirt."
"Oh." I realized I was standing on the doorway of the bathroom. "I'm sorry." I removed myself from the door to allow him to get in.
His scent hit my smell. Damn. He didn't smell like my vomit. I stared at the now closed bathroom door.
Should I wait for him? And what would I tell him when he goes out?
I bit my lower lip. I should apologize, right?
"Ma'am, do you need something?" A flight attendant walked past me.
"No… I'm just waiting for someone." I glanced at the CR. I blinked my eyes when it dawned on me that it was Xander Villarama whom I was waiting for.
I just found myself smiling. Just a moment earlier, I wanted the floor to swallow me alive, but now I feel like the luckiest woman alive.
Shit. I just realized that after all these years, I was still a sucker for Xander Villarama.
"Hey."
I didn't notice that Xander was already out. Xander… he was now wearing the navy blue polo shirt he was holding earlier. God. He was handsome.
"Were you waiting for me?" he asked, like he wasn't expecting that I would stay standing and wait for him.
I pursed my lips. I felt like I was back to the eighteen year old me. I could feel the irrational beating of my heart. "I just want to apologize again."
He just smiled at me. "No… It's okay. It was an accident. Are you sure you're okay now?"
"Y-yeah… I'm okay."
"Sure?" He asked me as we walked back to our seats. "You can request a cup of warm tea. It's good for an upset stomach."
"Oh, thanks." I managed to smile at him despite the chaos in my chest. "I'll do that."
I watched him take something from the pocket of his slacks. "Here." He handed me a piece of candy. "It's mint. I hope this will help."
My lips parted as my eyes drifted to the candy on his palm. Come on, Cha. Get a grip of yourself. "Thank you." I muttered as I accepted it.
He smiled at me before he finally settled on his seat.
I bit my lower lip as I sat on mine. I leaned my back on the backrest and placed my hand on my chest. Damn. My heart was beating real fast.
I couldn't believe what just happened! I stared at the candy on my palm. Then I smiled as I put it in my pocket.