Galih quickly pulled me closer and hugged me tightly. With his height of 180 centimeters compared to my measly 159 centimeters, the difference was painfully obvious. From this close, of course I could smell his wonderfully fragrant cologne, feel his broad chest, and hear his heartbeat pounding loudly in my ear.
Huh?
“That’s exactly why, Nia. That’s why I told you to try getting close to that guy. The cure for a broken heart is a new love, right? Besides, from your description, he sounds rich. He has a car, wears formal suits, and he’s mature. I mean, that’s pretty great, isn’t it? Way better than some guy who has no idea what his future is going to look like.”
Wait. Loud?
I tried my hardest to loosen his hug just enough to see Galih’s face, which I unfortunately couldn’t get a good look at without tilting my head back—and that was pretty hard to do in this position. My face flushed as I listened to this man’s pounding heartbeat. Could Tiara really have been right? Was this guy actually trying to get closer to me?
I still wasn’t used to any of this.
I mean, after having my heart broken by Danis, and after being the one who usually poured my feelings out to someone else, I suddenly found out that someone had liked me since the first time we met at last week’s double date?
“Just stay like this, Little Bunny. So tiny, cute, and sweet.”
Apparently, he didn’t care that I was glaring at him for still calling me a bunny—now with “Little” tacked onto the end. He kept hugging me until I could barely breathe. Strangely enough, though, this time I didn’t try to protest.
Hearing his deep, gentle voice, smelling the cologne I’d probably never be able to forget, and feeling the warmth of his hug… It was kind of like eating a cream puff fresh from the oven. Yeah, something like that! My body seemed to move on its own as I hugged him back. I didn’t want this moment to end.
Wasn’t that weird? We’d only met last week, but this guy had already made himself right at home with me. And I, for my part, didn’t really mind his attitude—except for the “Little Bunny” nickname he’d given me.
“Hang on, Little Bunny. I need to charge my battery.”
“Oh. Okay.” I answered without thinking. I thought he would let go of me, hurry over to his car, and charge his phone there. But no, he stayed right where he was, still hugging me and occasionally letting out a soft sigh as if he were enjoying it. I started feeling uncomfortable when I noticed people passing by and staring at us strangely. Some even whistled and teased us for being way too lovey-dovey in public.
What the heck?! It’s just a hug, nothing more! Hmph!
“Um… Galih?”
“Hm?”
“Weren’t you going to charge your battery?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Why haven’t you let go yet? Your phone’s going to die.”
He was silent for a moment, still hugging me. “Did I ever say I wanted to charge my phone? The battery I want to charge is my life battery, not my phone.”
His answer was so absurd that I became even more confused.
Finally, he released me and gently pinched my nose. “Battery charged.”
Seeing my confused expression, he didn’t bother explaining what he meant. Instead, he chuckled softly, stroked the top of my head (and for some reason, I felt comfortable every time he did that), and then invited me into the car.