Moving In

Selene

We finally arrived at my house. I opened the gate and said, “Come in,” inviting him inside.

“You still live here? I thought you already moved out,” he suddenly said.

Where did he get that? Is he… stalking me? Or am I just fooling myself into thinking he actually kept track of me after I left him like that?

I glanced at him. “Yeah, I still live here. But I’m too busy with work, that’s why I barely come home. Most of my things are still here though,” I said.

“So where do you sleep when you don’t come home?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“Uh… I just sleep at the office,” I shrugged. We went inside, and I headed upstairs to grab my things. When I came back down, I saw him sitting on the sofa casually like he owned the place.

He helped me with my stuff. “Is this all you’re bringing?” he asked, confused because I didn’t bring much of my things.

“Yeah. Just the things I actually need — guns, some clothes, my ID, toothbrush,” I said simply.

“Oh. I thought this was everything you owned. I thought you were living super cheap already,” he muttered.

I raised a brow. “Excuse me? Do I look like I’m broke to you?” Since when?

“As far as I remember? Yeah,” he said casually.

Tch. As if he’s any better. “Give that back if you’re just going to talk nonsense and excuse me, I don’t spend money on useless things. Unlike you!” I snapped. But he pulled my things away teasingly.

“My bad. I won’t say anything anymore,” he said with an apologetic smile.

On the way, we stopped by the grocery store to buy food. I don’t even know what this guy eats, his fridge is literally empty. Does he even still eat?

“I wrote a list. Check if anything’s missing,” he said, handing me the paper as we parked.

I looked at it. Tomatoes, garlic, ginger, onions, pechay, pork…

“So you’re planning to cook soup? These are just ingredients for today's dinner. This isn’t even enough for a month,” I complained. No wonder his fridge is empty he only buys half the things he needs.

He scratched his head. “How would I know? Sorry, I’m only human,” he pouted.

We entered the grocery store and grabbed a cart. Obviously.

“Get a kilo of pork and chicken,” I said at the meat section. He followed without question. I also told him to grab spices and some basic kitchen stuff. Seriously his house is missing so many things.

“What do you want for dinner?” he asked while we were walking around.

“I want kare-kare,” I said without thinking. He disappeared for a moment, then came back with everything needed for it. That was fast.

After we bought everything, we went back to his car and loaded the groceries in the back seat.

When we arrived at his house, I went straight to the room to arrange my things. I hid my guns under the drawer. When I came back out, he had already fixed the groceries.

I walked to the kitchen and saw him busy preparing the ingredients. After all the years we spent together before, this is the second time I realized he could actually cook. I only found out when he cooked for me once when I was heavily drunk.

“Hey, what can I help with?” I asked. He jumped a little.

“Can you not scare me like that?” he said.

“You get scared that easily? What if a criminal breaks in? Imagine a general who gets startled that fast. The thief might attack you before you catch him,” I snorted.

“Oh yeah? And what if I suddenly pointed a knife at your throat? Wouldn’t you be startled too?” he said as he walked closer, a playful smile on his lips and amusement in his eyes.

My lips parted when I suddenly felt the cold blade against my neck. How did I not feel his presence? Or am I just… too comfortable around him now?

“See? You’re just like me. You didn’t even notice the knife at your throat,” he said, pulling it away and stepping back like nothing happened.

I instinctively touched my neck.

“Help me chop these,” he said casually.

I walked over and started chopping. I noticed he was only wearing a sleeveless shirt and I could see the scars on his chest. I quickly looked away, remembering the time he took a bullet for me. One that was meant to kill me.

When he finished cooking, we sat quietly at the dining table. I kept glancing at him then back to the food. He was so quiet. He never used to be like this… or maybe a lot really has changed after all those years apart.

I wonder if he already has a girlfriend… or is he still pretending to be gay to everyone else? I sighed. Why am I even thinking like this? He already told you he’s only here for the mission. Nothing more.

“Is it not good?” he asked.

I snapped out of my thoughts. “Huh? No it’s good. I never said it wasn’t.”

“Oh. I just thought so. Your face looked so tense,” he said.

Is he observing me? Tch.

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