World After Worlds

At first, Hansel thought he was only lusting her. Lust at first sight, something like that, that was what he thought. But over time, his interest evolved to attachment, it wasn't lust- but he was attracted to her as a person not to her body. He couldn't say it was love because he knew it was not love.

He was trying to figure it out, is it lust? Is it an attraction? Infatuation? What does he want from her? Sex, he could have sex with her. If it was a lustful attraction, he could hope that he would be over it. But right now, he wasn't certain about himself anymore. He wanted to feel her, however, it seems like it wasn't a one-time thing for him. He knew at the cruise that one night stand between her won't be a good idea. So, he wanted to become part of the relationship too for his sexual needs, because he thought, maybe, he was just undergoing his late teenage phase, where his libido was being stirred by her.

But again, it's not it- if he just wants sex, why is he annoyed that Spencer was having her? Why is he irritated about the marks on her body? Why is he getting worked up with her? Just thinking about it- he doesn't want to share anymore. If it's just sex why does he want more than physical attraction with her? He knew this wasn't just physical…

"Yes, that's right, let's have sex." He uttered to her, with dark eyes. Not filled with lust but disappointment. "I wanna have sex with you and get over it." He said in a grave manner.

"...Hansel…" she murmured his name, not comfortable with him, he felt that. "Please, stop." She bowed her head, "Y-you're scaring me." He had a heavy breath, he inhaled her scent and soothe his nerves.

"Sugar, you're confusing me. You say you don't like me- but I feel you are. You do, you like me as much as I like you…"

"I don't, you're wrong." She mumbled, "I don't like you the way you think. You're wrong." Her mellow voice rang to his ears. He distanced himself from her and made eye contact with her.

"...you don't really want me?" She shook her head. Hansel gulped and stepped back, away from her, and saw his reflection in the mirror. He looked stupid, he felt stupid.

"Why do you keep sending me signals?" He asked.

"... I don't know what you're talking about-"

"You keep on looking at me with those eyes, your smiles, your gestures! I know it means something. What about it?"

"It's nothing. I told you, I like you as a friend. Because you were such a nice person." The silence reigned between them. "I won't tell this to Spencer, just let me go." She mumbled, "I will forget everything."

"No, you are not." He turned to her, "You won't forget this, you know I like you and I will pursue you." He let her go, this time, he will give her freedom.

After hours, the room door opened, Gale entered the room. Yanarym ran over her and embraced her tightly. This surprised Gale because she thought no one was in the room. "I'm sorry- did I ruin your dress?" Yanarym asked when she realized that Gale was all dressed up for the party.

"N-no, I was startled, I thought you were in the other room?" Gale asked but before Yanarym could answer Spencer stormed to their room. Gale stiffened when he turned to their direction and ran towards them. She thought- Gale thought he was running to her and forgot that Yanarym was beside her. But she came to her senses pretty quickly when Spencer was fixated on Yanarym like Gale wasn't there at all.

"Why are you here?" Spencer sighed in relief while he was holding Yanarym's body into an embrace. "You're making me so damn nervous, do you know that? Why are you not in the room I left you?" He uttered while kissing her head.

"I left all my clothes here." Yanarym said and broke free from him and Spencer let her go. She looked up at him and smiled, "I miss you." She uttered and embraced him again- this time more tightly. The couple seemed to have forgotten Gale was beside them.

Gale looked at the two, and didn't know what expression she had in her face. Earlier, she was with Spencer… he was caring and sweet on her. His eyes were fixated only on her. But now, it has returned to the real owner.

"You missed me?" Spencer smiled- ear to ear, his baby was being clingy, how could he not be happy? "My baby misses me? Why? Do you feel lonely?"

"Yes." She nodded. "I miss you." He laughed and brushed her hair.

"Oh, damn." He murmured and pinched her cheeks, "You can't do this to me." He smiled and cupped her face to kiss her lips. It was a romantic kiss - at first. But Spencer was deepening it. It stopped when Yanarym was already rejecting him. Spencer wasn't annoyed, he smiled as he distanced himself from her. "I love you."

"Me too." She smiled at him, Spencer frowned. He was about to point out her reply for his love assertion. When she turned to the other side and saw Gale standing there. "Did you have fun shopping, Gale?" Yanarym shifted her attention to Gale.

Spencer wanted to frown-frown seeing Gale. Why is she here? This isn't her room. Although he did his best to be nice to her earlier, he can't pretend to be nice to her in front of Yanarym. He doesn't want Yanarym to notice his schemes at all. He wanted Gale gone in their life quitely.

"Why aren't you dressed yet? Aren't we going to attend the ball?" Spencer focused his attention on Yanarym and saw that she was wearing pajamas.

"We are going, but I can't pick clothes to wear, there's nothing to wear… I should have gone shopping with you." She pouted her mouth. Spencer bit his lower lip, smiling, "why are you smiling? I'm having a problem."

"Nothing, you're just being cute." He uttered and turned to Gale again, "Gale, see if Hansel is ready, you can go ahead." He said it casually with a still smile on his face. Gale was stunned- with that warm smile, she looked at Yanarym who walked to the closet… Spencer, is Spencer flirting with her? He's being physical and good to her, is he flirting with her? Gale looked at Yanarym and swallowed- she should tell this to Yanarym, right?

But- it's not like Spencer was saying anything to her. She might be imagining things. Gale looked at Spencer and he was already assisting Yanarym. She sighed, and walked to the door. "Okay, Rym, I'm going."

"You're so pretty Gale! See you later!" Yanarym shouted and waved to Gale. As soon as Spencer heard the door closed- he looked at Yanarym and kissed her cheeks and embraced her from behind. "We can be a little late, you know?" Mumbling this seductively, Yanarym knew what Spencer wanted. She narrowed her eyes and turned to face him.

"What did you promise to me?" She grumbled. "Are you breaking that?"

"Of course not," he had an awkward laugh and let her go. He walked to the closet and picked her a dress. "Here, try this. I think this will look good on you." She looked at the dress and took it, she was narrowing her eyes on him and he smiled at her, tensely. "Go on baby, change already- they're waiting for us."

Gale rings the doorbell in Hansel's room. He opened the door, wearing a formal tuxedo. "You look great, Gale." Hansel smiled at her and she smiled back. She looked at him, he was wearing a black tuxedo, complimenting his noble look.

"You look stunning too." Gale said, Hansel fixed his tie and walked out his door and looked at the room where was Yanarym staying.

"Where are they?"

"Rym is still dressing up."

"I see, Spencer's with her?"

"Hmm, should we go?"

"Let's wait for them, I think they won't take long." Hansel said and looked at his watch before turning to Gale.

"So, how was your date?"

"...it's not a date, it's just shopping." Hansel nodded and smiled, without adding anything he took his phone, he received a text message from someone that the job had been carried out. He smirked, those three men who assaulted them would live their lives regretting they existed.

"So, Hansel… I have a question."

"Yeah?"

"So, you know- ahm,... never mind." Hansel put down his phone. "I mean what if- no it's like, you know what? Never mind."

"Go on, Gale, I will listen." Gale paused and nibbled her lips, she looked at the wall and sighed.

She wanted to talk to somebody, about this thing- about Spencer and her, she wanted to talk about it to someone.