Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

I thought I would refuse, but somehow, I hug him back and kiss him hard.

Probably worried that I would fall into the water, he puts his arm around my waist and lets me sit in his arms.

I'm lost in the kiss, and I just want to enjoy the intimacy of this moment.

"Chelsea."

Harrison lets go of me and calls me softly. I ask, "What?"

He looks up at me and mutters, "What should I do with you?"

His voice is very, very small. I don't know if he said that to me or to himself.

Later, he wraps me in a bathrobe and carries me to bed.

I can imagine what's going to happen next. I don't know if I'm looking forward to having sex with him, but I know I want to be with him a little longer.

Only with him, my heart will not be empty.

I'm being cheap again, but I have no other choice.

Harrison takes out a hairdryer from the drawer and walks up to me. Taking the towel off my head, he starts drying my hair. He moves so softly, as if I were his prized possession. It's like spring sunshine, making me feel warm.

After drying my hair, we lie down on the bed. Unlike what I imagined, he didn't have sex with me. He just holds me in his arms and places his chin on top of my head. "Harrison, I warned you not to be so good to me," I speak in a low voice.

He replies, "I can't help it."

It's so moving. I bite my lip to hold the tears at bay.

I cower in his arms, think for a moment, and say seriously, "I'm too lonely now. If you treat me well, I will rely on you. I may not be able to live without you in the future." "As long as you're strong, you can live without anyone."

"What if I don't want to be strong? What if all I want is a peaceful life?" I look up and ask him.

He lowers his head slightly and looks into my eyes. I can't see much in his eyes because they are so clam.

"A peaceful life is not for you. You know it better than I do."

A tear rolls down my face as I laugh out loud. He looks at me with a complicated expression, but he doesn't say a word.

Actually, I should thank him for not directly rejecting me. I'm grateful I'm still in his arms. If it had been before, I would have put on my clothes and left, never to see him again.

"Your refusal leaves me with no reason to refute it." I calm myself down and speak in a helpless tone.

He strokes my hair and says faintly, "You should be used to this."

"I thought of something from the book."

"What's it?"

"Men become ruthless after putting on their pants, but women can no longer be ruthless after taking off their pants. Is that so?"

I stare at him, forcing him to answer me. His answer might hurt me, but I still want to hear it.

I don't care if he thinks I'm out of line.

At this point, I just want to know if I mean anything to him. If he says I'm important, I'll do anything for him.

But he just keeps silent. I continue with disappointment, "I've told you many times that I'm afraid of being dependent on you. We are just dealing for you, but I am afraid to fall in love with you."

"This is gonna sound funny to you, but I have to protect myself. I don't want to lose everything. Do you understand?"

He's been there for me ever since my mother died. If it weren't for him, I probably wouldn't have been able to hold the funeral. He's being more and more important to me, so I'm dying to know what he thinks of

me.

But his silence told me his answer. I seem to know what to do in the future.

"You won't lose everything. I will help you do whatever you want," he says firmly.

I don't know whether to be sad or glad to get such an answer.

After that, we didn't speak again. We hold each other in silence, like two lonely souls.

The next day, I receive a phone call from Sienna, who just came back from abroad. She called me as soon as she got off the plane after she found out my mother's death.

Harrison drove me to the appointed place and asked before I get off the car, "Can't I join you?"

"You want?" I stop in my tracks to open the door.

He checks the time and smiles with disappointment. "Not today. Maybe another time."

"Whatever." After that, I get out of the car.

But he doesn't drive away. I want to turn around and see what he's doing, but someone within me constantly tells me that I can't. After a few seconds of hesitating, I flee into the cafe. Last night, Harrison slept with me in his arms and did nothing. I feel like something's different, but I can't tell what's different now.

This feeling of closeness and strangeness envelopes me like a net, making me unable to escape.

"Chelsea!"

A voice brings me back from my thoughts. I look up and see Sienna sitting not far away, waving to me anxiously.

I walk over and sit down. 'Tm sorry. I won't keep you waiting again."

"You've said this hundreds of times." She looks me up and down, asking worriedly, "Are you all right?"

I'm stunned. Seeing the concern in her eyes, I nod with a smile.

"I went abroad a few days ago and didn't hear about it until I got off the plane. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

"Don't worry, I'm fine now." She looks like she's gonna cry, so I quickly change the subject. "Who told you my mother was dead?"