I apologized for the late update. I been extremely busy, and my health isn’t that good either. Ugh, stupid weather and school! It’s going to kill me before I even notice it! Oh and those who’s wondering I’m 16 not 61..I just feel like putting that.

Disclaimer: Rukki Tsukiyama is mine. He’s my slave.

Title: My Room Mate

Summary: Living with Syaoran Li as her new roommate was not the best thing. 1, He sleepwalk in the middle of the night, 2, He's messy, and 3, He's a playboy. How will Sakura cope with her new roommate? Pairing: SS

Chapter 22: One Night Stand or More?

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Well I thought it was going to last for eternity until I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Syaoran and I stopped dancing and turned to face a rather good-looking French guy. He made a gesture as if to swap partners during this dance so before we knew it, I was in the embrace of this unknown French guy who spoke with a slurred French accent and Syaoran was now embracing a young French woman who had a smile so wide, you could probably count how many teeth she had top and bottom.

We both swayed along to the slow dance music but I couldn’t stop myself from throwing occasional glances over at Syaoran and the French woman. In my opinion they made an odd couple. However, I couldn’t ignore the fact that Syaoran may become interested in this wonderful lady as she was perfect in any way you could imagine. Her long, silky blonde hair flowed down her shoulders and she was very an extremely revealing black V-neck dress, exposing most of her cleavage. I mean what guy wouldn’t melt to her knees if they saw her, let alone dance with her? Meanwhile, the French guy I was dancing with continuously chattered to me in French but I couldn’t understand a word he was saying. Instead I just thought I’d nod and smile at the appropriate times and just concentrate on spying on Syaoran and his new partner.

After some more observation, I found myself brimming with jealousy when the woman pulled herself closer and closer to Syaoran. The nerve of that woman! And I was even more shocked when I caught Syaoran staring at her ‘you-know-what’! Yes! He was staring down at her chest and his eyes were bulging with excitement. Alright, maybe I’m exaggerating but his eyes were glued to them I tell you! HMPPH!

Once the song ended, I thanked the French guy politely and stormed back over to the table whilst Syaoran done the same.

“That was fun wasn’t it?” he said smiling.

“Oh yes, that was fun,” I replied annoyingly. “In fact, I bet you earned yourself more than just a dance.” I picked up my glass of champagne and took a big sip.

Syaoran looked at me confused. “What do you mean?”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh you know what I’m talking about. I mean come on. Her chest was ready to burst out of her dress, I’m sure nobody noticed that,” I replied sarcastically.

“It was? I didn’t notice,” Syaoran replied with an innocent look. Well, I wasn’t going to fall for that.

“Oh sure,” I said. “Your eyes were practically glued to her chest so who are you kidding?” I slammed the glass down onto the table.

“When did you see me doing that?” Syaoran exclaimed in shock.

“When? Through the entire dance you butthead!” I screeched. “You were just staring, staring and………………STARING!”

Syaoran scratched his head in confusion when his eyes lit up. “Oh!” he just said and then started to laugh.

I don’t believe it. One minute he is acting all romantic around me and then within the next minute, he has his perverted eyes glued onto another woman’s cleavage and now he’s laughing? I glared at him annoyingly. “What’s so funny? Thinking about the woman’s wonderful boobs perhaps?” I hissed.

Syaoran continued to laugh but also managed to say, “No, I think you’ve got it all wrong.”

Me? Got it wrong? Oh no, I think my eyesight is perfectly fine thank you.

“You see I wasn’t staring at her chest, I was staring at her feet,” Syaoran explained.

I looked at him in horror. Okay so he doesn’t have a liking to a woman’s cleavage but fetish for feet?

Oh my god.

“Stop, don’t say anymore,” I told him as I started to lose my appetite. Maybe Syaoran Li wasn’t the man I thought he was.

“Wait, I don’t want you to misunderstand,” he continued to say. “You see I was staring at her feet so that I wouldn’t suffer a serious injury from her stilettos.”

I gave him an unconvinced look. Wow, what a wonderful excuse. First time in fact that I heard such a lame yet wonderful excuse.

“I’m serious,” Syaoran said as he caught me raising an eyebrow. “Look, I’m not a great dancer and I was born with two left feet. Can you imagine what would happen if her heels dug into my feet?” He averted his eyes towards the French woman who was sitting a few tables away from us and I followed his gaze. My eyes trailed down from the woman’s long blond hair, low V-neck and then towards her feet. Sure enough, the woman was wearing 3 inch high heels which I have to admit would be pretty painful if she mistakenly stepped on your poor toes.

I let out a sigh and turned to look at Syaoran again. Should I or should I not believe him? Well why not? It made sense in a way but if I catch him staring at another woman’s chest ever again, I’m going sock him one!

“Sorry,” I mumbled as I looked down in embarrassment. “I always seem to be jumping to such ridiculous conclusions,” I said sheepishly.

Syaoran just shrugged. “What can I say, woman are so sensitive when it comes to someone they like,” he answered, his eyes twinkling.

I looked at him in surprise. “Wh………wh…..what on earth are you talking about?” I started to stutter. Oh my, was it that obvious that I was slightly attracted to him?

“You know what I’m talking about,” Syaoran just said, as he picked up his glass and took a sip.

“Well for a fact, I don’t,” I replied stubbornly as I took another sip from my glass, trying to hide my blushing face.

Before we could continue our conversation any longer, the hostess brought over the dessert and placed it in the center of our table. My eyes glistened as I licked my lips at the sight of the rich chocolate caramel cake topped with chocolate mousse. Delicious! Syaoran started to cut the cake into slices and then with a fork, he scooped up a small piece of the cake and held it up to me.

“Here try it,” he said as he eased the slice of cake over to my mouth.

With slight hesitation, I brought my mouth forward and devoured the cake in my mouth.

“What you think?” he asked as I slowly ate and wiped my mouth in case of traces of chocolate mousse.

I nodded my head in satisfaction. “Very nice,” I mumbled.

“Here have another,” he said as he scooped up another slice and once again held it up to my mouth. I shook my head as I picked up my own fork.

“It’s okay, I’ll get my own slice,” I started to say but Syaoran was persistent.

“Why, what’s wrong with this slice?” he asked. Well, he had a point. What was wrong with the slice he was offering me? Well for one he was feeding me cake! Only lovers do that! And two, he used his own fork! Syaoran-cooties! AHHH!!

Sighing, I knew I didn’t have enough sufficient reasons to defeat Syaoran’s question so I devoured the next slice. Just then I thought of the greatest idea! Using my own fork, I scooped up the nearest slice and held it up to Syaoran. He looked at me as if to say, ‘What are you doing now?’

“What? You haven’t tasted this wonderful cake yet so I’m offering you a bite,” I answered.

Syaoran grinned and within seconds, the slice of cake had reached Mr. Li’s belly. So that was how we spent the rest of the evening. Feeding each other cake. How fun.

By the time we had returned to the hotel, it was already midnight. Syaoran and I were feeling slightly flushed from tonight’s dinner.

“Well, good night,” Syaoran replied as he stood outside my door as I rummaged through my bag for the key.

“Yeah,” I replied, smiling. “Thank you for the wonderful evening.”

“You’re welcome,” Syaoran replied, flashing me a cute smile sending my heart flutter once more. Oh and his voice was just so sexy. Oh my, I think the champagne is kicking in.

“Anyway, I’ll see you nice and sharp tomorrow morning,” he said as he stood in front of his hotel door. “We’ve got a plane to catch.”

Oh yeah! I totally forgot that our three-week business trip here was finally over and today was the last day. I began to feel slightly disappointed that I couldn’t spend yet another romantic day with Syaoran in this wonderful city. Unlocking my door, I stole one last glance at Syaoran who was now searching for his key. I don’t know if it was the red wine I had earlier, the romantic atmosphere from before or just a hidden fantasy of mine but I had the sudden urge to do something which I would never imagine myself to commit in a million years. Within a split second, I had made my way across to Syaoran and cupped his face into my palms, before planting my glossed lips onto his.

At that very moment I wanted my trip to Paris to be a memorable one and wouldn’t it be, if I had kissed Syaoran Li, my hot manager on the last day of our trip. Although I may have to face serious consequences after this kiss, such as facing the sack or being branded a female pervert, I still do think that pursuing my feelings for this gentleman is the correct way to act. My eyes remained closed as I brushed against his soft lips and I knew I had to pull away before he let out a piercing scream. Not wanting this moment to end, I reluctantly started to release his face from my cupped palms and attempted to pull away from his mesmerizing lips. However, to my surprise or maybe not a total surprise, Syaoran responded to my sudden kiss and pulled me closer to him. His arms wrapped around my waist as my light smooch turned into our first passionate kiss.

Well as you know in most romantic movies, a passionate kiss leads to another and so the very next morning…………………………..I woke up with the greatest feeling of regret ever. I can’t believe that I slept with Syaoran Li on our so-called first date and I don’t even know if he shared the same feelings as I did for him. We were lying in each other’s embrace as our bodies were covered with the cream bed linen in his hotel room. My head was rested on his chest and I could hear his soft breathing as he slept soundly. I brought my manicured fingers up to his bare chest as I gently traced swirls on his skin and thought deeply about the previous night. Would it be considered a one-night stand? I mean if we hadn’t consumed so much champagne that evening then this probably wouldn’t have happened. I sighed as I felt as though my feelings were tied up in one big complicated knot.

Not long, Syaoran awoke and his hand caressed my hair gently when he realized that I was awake. “Good morning,” he replied huskily. I titled my head up to look at him and I gave him a brief smile. “Morning.”

“What’s the matter?” he asked concerned.

“Nothing,” I lied as I started to edge out of the bed.

Upon noticing that something was wrong, Syaoran sat up on the bed and asked me again. “I know something’s wrong Sakura, please tell me.”

I looked at him and sighed. “I want to apologize for last night. You know for just kissing you like that. I didn’t intend for it to lead to this.” I started to pick up my clothes that were scattered around the room. “I understand if you want us to go our separate ways and treat as though nothing happened,” I started to say.

Syaoran looked at me in disbelief. “What? Are you thinking that I treated last night as a one-night stand?” he asked in shock.

I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. “Well didn’t you?”

Syaoran let out a frustrated sigh. “No! Of course not! Do you not know how much I want to be with you?” he suddenly blurted out.

Upon hearing this, my head perked up in utter shock. Did I just hear right? Did Syaoran Li just say that he wanted to be with me?

“Really?” I squeaked as I tried to take in what he had just absentmindedly blurted out.

Syaoran nodded without hesitation whilst I blushed uncontrollably. Oh my god, Syaoran Li just admitted his love for me! Well not exactly but it was good enough.

“So do you?” he asked.

“Huh?” I replied as I broke away from my overjoyed thoughts.

“Do you consider last night as a one-night stand?” Syaoran asked.

I was silent for a while until I finally managed to say. “No. Last night was one of the best moments of my life,” I told him with a smile.

Just then we heard a shrill voice calling for Syaoran and without warning, Miss Meng strolled into the room. Shrieking in horror, I darted behind an armchair and Syaoran pulled up the covers.

“Hey Maggie!” Syaoran greeted embarrassingly. “What brings you here so early!”

Miss Meng was speechless for a second before apologizing sincerely. “Sorry! Your door was unlocked and I decided to let myself in. I just came to tell you that our cab is waiting for us outside and I was going to let Sakura know too. Take it I don’t have to make a trip to her room now,” she said as she averted her gaze at a rather tomato faced me.

“Thanks Maggie, we’ll be right down,” Syaoran said as Miss Meng started to make her way out of the room. I slid onto the floor as I held my head in total embarrassment. Yesterday might have been the best day of my life but today has got to be the worst day of my life!

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Um..okay that’s about it..I dunno when I’m going to update next. I been busy with school and what not. Not to mention that I’m coming down with a flu. Gahh..and er..yah my update is going to be slow. I apologize for it. Comments are appreciated!