[©Lynnifer Ice – December 30, 2022]
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"I need... Ack!" I tried to start before I grasped the side of my head as the pain from my hangover came back and hit me like a train. I moved away from Xinith, sliding off the bed, and tried to stand up to leave, but the pain increased so much that I stumbled forward. I probably would have fallen flat on my face if I had not felt Xinith catching me by the waist to steady me.
"Humans…," Xinith scoffed before leading me over to my bed and making me sit on the edge before he left the room.
I bent forward til my forehead touched my knees, my hands on either side of my head, clutching it so tightly in an attempt to make the pain stop. This was more than likely the worst hangover I had ever felt. I wanted to get up and drink coffee, but walking seemed to be a difficult task.
I heard footsteps approaching but didn't bother to move from my position. I heard Xinith sigh in front of me and then listened to the floorboard creak. I opened my eyes, and although they were directed at the floor, I could see one of his feet and a knee; I put together that he must have knelt in front of me, but what was he up to this time?
"Alex, sit up," Xinith stated calmly, oddly more patient than usual.
"I don't want to. My head is killing me… Unless you have a magical way to make it stop, leave me alone," I audibly grumbled, wishing for once that he just might take my request to heart.
"I brought you a glass of water and painkillers that I found in your things. If I had known I was rooming with a human this year, I would have already had some on hand, but I don't because I have no use for them. Will you sit up now?"
"Typical asshat to go through my stuff. Nosy bastard… Go away. I don't want your charity or your pity," I grumbled once again in frustration before groaning, squeezing my eyes shut as the pulsing in my head intensified.
"I'm TRYING to be NICE. Sit up and take the damn medicine so you stop whining before I make you, which I would not quarrel with," Xinith flatly said back to me with irritation laced in his tone.
I wanted to tell him off again, but the pain in my head was becoming unbearable. However, due to my stubborn nature, I refused to sit up. I barely shook my head to deny him before I heard him growl. My heart sped up, thinking I may have pissed him off. Perhaps I could be right as I felt him grasp my left shoulder and lift my upper body up and away from my legs, my hands still clasping the sides of my head.
My expression probably looked ugly as I tried to look at him with rejection and disgust, but I knew the pain was written all over my face, no matter what other emotions I tried to convey. I saw him draw his lips into a thin line before taking a large gulp of water and placing the glass of water on the floor before he produced the two white capsules, known as the painkillers.
His face reminded me of a squirrel with his cheeks puffed out the way they were. I had a bad feeling about where this was going when he pressed the capsules against and past my lips before he leaned forward without hesitation and pressed his lips against mine. The next thing I felt was the combination of shock from cool water being pushed into my mouth and a tingly sensation that one would get from a static shock, but this one lingered.
I had no choice but to swallow the medicine and water until it was all gone. Only then did Xinith pull back, much to my surprise. I slightly panted, feeling like I had just held my breath underwater, but he looked unaffected aside from the slight gleam in his eyes. Still holding me up by my shoulder, he grabbed the glass of water and held it up to my lips. Not wanting his lips anywhere near mine again, I obliged and drank the water as he tilted the glass until it was empty.
He set it down on the bedside this time, looking quite pleased with himself. My hands still remained attached to the sides of my head. I gritted my teeth, wanting so badly to punch his pretty face. Besides the pain in my head, I felt livid inside my heart.
HOW DARE YOU STEAL A KISS FROM MY LIPS?! YOU MANNERLESS PEST!
"Oh, wipe that scowl off your face before you get wrinkles. You act like I stole your first kiss," Xinith intentionally pushed my buttons, his eyes looking like he wanted a reaction from me.
"FUCK YOU! You most certainly DID steal my first kiss! You're such an asshole…!" I shouted at him angrily before wincing, shutting my eyes tightly at how much worse the yelling made the throbbing in my head. I could feel my face twisting in a grimace, wanting so badly for the pain to dissipate.
"You have no idea how much I would LOVE and WANT to be tangled in your deepest depths," Xinith slowly pronounced, his eyes locked on my body til they raked to my eyes, "…-but I won't until you're begging me to. I may not have the greatest patience in the world, but I want you to remember EVERY DETAIL of your first time that it becomes burned permanently in your memory. So, I shall wait, and when you're finally ready, I'll treat you like a goddess, MY goddess."
"You're insane," I groaned without opening my eyes. As much as I hated it, his words had an unwelcome effect on me; my body felt warm, and the place his hand was on my shoulder, tingled, confusing me all the more. "That will never happen in a million years," I stated decisively and defensively.
"Deny it all you want, Alex," he lowered his voice as he brushed by my ear his skin barely grazing against the back of my palm, inhaling deeply, "…-but I can smell your arousal," he whispered with a dark chuckle before planting a fading kiss against the side of my temple by my fingertips.
- End of Chapter Thirteen -