Chapter six | Ekaterina
I can't take it off.
The goddamn zipper is stuck, I've been trying for over half an hour, and our flight is in two hours, this is just a waste of time
"Ekaterina?" A knock on the door startles me and I take a deep breath.
"Just a moment," I murmur for the hundred's time,
"you've been saying that for the past hour." He says quietly and I grind my teeth as I contemplate if the thought wandering through my mind right now is crazy.
"Look....I might need your help with something." I say hesitantly and regret the words the moment they slip out of my mouth.
He stays silent for a beat, "In what exactly?" He asks and I don't miss the way he sounds like he's holding some laughter.
Im going to kill him.
"So...um the zipper is stuck, come in," I say and embrace myself by taking a deep breath as I hear the click of the handle behind me.
My eyes find the mirror and I follow his path as he stands right behind my back,
"You want me to unzip it?" He asks cautiously as his eyes hold mine in the mirror, I clear my throat and nod.
Unable to get any words out for some unknown reason,
His fingers start finding their way through the zipper as he pulls it down slowly, his hot breath landing on my neck as I feel my pulse increasing.
My eyes stay locked on his the whole time, and I don't miss the spark that's glistening in them, it's like he's enjoying torturing me.
I raise my chin a little, and he grabs my hair, gently placing it on my shoulder, "it's getting in the way." He says and I nod.
His strong scent hits my nostrils every time I try to calm myself by taking a breath, which only makes it ridiculously harder.
The whole situation doesn't exceed two minutes but I don't know why the hell I'm feeling this way, he's way too close, "done." His voice cuts away my thoughts as he takes a step back.
"Thank you." I breathe, finally feeling in control again, he just nods and leaves the door.
First note after marriage, keep a decent distance between your lovely husband.
Great.
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"What?" I ask confused as I stare at him, "what?" He shoots back raising a brow,
"don't play that game just tell me what you just said to your...brother," I say frustrated by this whole situation.
"You told him...that you're going to make him an uncle, what the fuck?" I ask, horror widening my eyes.
"Wow, so your hearing does work, great." He mutters and places an AirPod inside his ear, I narrow my eyes and glare at him.
He rolls his eyes when I glare at him, "it's an inside joke, I won't impregnate you." He says and I release a relieved breath.
"Unless-" he starts raising a brow but I cut him, "nope, no unlesses I don't want to have a kid," I say quickly and an amused smile spreads on his face.
"You're so weird, smiling at the situations that don't require being happy at all," I murmur as I scan the surrounding area.
"When is our flight?" I ask and raise my brows questioningly, "it's the next one." He says and my anxiety picks up.
I've always had a fear of planes for some reason, anytime my dad needed to travel for work and there was a possibility that we could go, I'd always ruin it because I didn't fear anything more than this.
And here I'm, stuck with the one person who couldn't care less if I'm panicking, he'd probably make fun of me, to say the least.
I swallow the knot forming in my throat and continue cracking my knuckles.
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"What's wrong?" His voice meets my ears, stopping my racing thoughts, I suck in a deep breath and continue fidgeting in my seat.
He places a hand on my thigh forcing my nerves to heighten "hey." His tone is sterner, which causes me to turn my head.
As my eyes meet his gray hard ones, "look....um I get scared of you know...flying." I murmur the words hesitantly as they slip out of my mouth.
His expression doesn't give off much of what he's exactly feeling but I don't notice any shift in his physical state, "you have a phobia, I understand." He says softly.
Surprising the fuck out of me, uh huh? He sounds sincere which is pretty surprising if we're being realistic though.
"What? You won't just say your usual annoying stuff?" I ask without thinking, and I pray internally for a normal reaction and not just glaring.
It'd be pretty boring if that's the reaction to every single word that comes out of my mouth.
"My sister used to be afraid of planes too." He says sincerely and calmness sparks inside of me, making me believe his earlier words, that he'd actually understand.
"Used? She's not anymore? I mean I'd need some advice from her." I say smiling a little as I raise my brows playfully.
But my face falls the second my gaze shifts on his, his face carrying a rare....sad expression, his lips tighten as he speaks his next words.
"She died." He says blankly and I can almost feel the shift in the topic, how it went from me freaking out about planes to him telling me a part of his past.
Of his family, which is a hard thing for people like him, I've dealt with friends with personalities like that a lot before.
So the fact that he's saying that out loud is really hard because I know for a fact that the man in front of me views emotions as weakness.
Most men in our world do so, it's stupid and unrealistic, but they're men, so no they shouldn't be feeling anything according to their foolish logic.
"I'm sorry about that," I say softly caressing his shoulder, surprise glistens in his eyes at the physical touch and I ignore the tightening of my chest at his reaction.
A moment later his expression turns to a blank one, with absolutely no emotions showing on it, which is kind of frustrating but understandable.
I breathe deeply and try to ignore the fear clamping through my veins when I let my mind wander to the fact that we're on a plane
In the sky,
what if we fall?
What if something happens?
Goddamn it, I need my mind to shut up for a moment, "keep talking." He says surprising me.
My gaze shifts to his almost immediately, "you want me to talk? I mean..." I thought I annoyed him, since he hasn't done anything but prove it to me.
"Yes, I mean no—it'll just help to calm you." He says clearing his throat and shifting his gaze off mine, my brows furrow at his hesitating words but I ignore them.
"Yeah...sure," I murmur and swallow the knot forming in my throat as I feel all the words vanishing in my mouth and the panicking thoughts just racing through my mind.
I feel sweat gathering on my forehead and my hands slightly shake, I clench them to control anything but nothing works.
I close my eyes for a beat, resting my head against the seat as I try to think of anything else, "nothing pink tonight?" His voice makes me open an eye as I raise a brow at him.
"Not in sight," I say winking with the eyes I'm opening, and I almost don't believe the sight I see next, heat spreads on his cheeks and he blushes.
I force myself to open the other eye to take a good look at this.
Wow, there's actually some humanity in him, his jaw tenses a little, as he takes my hand in his, his fingers clasping over them in a strong grip.
Holy fuck, "what are you—doing?" I mutter hesitantly as I raise my eyes to his, his gaze softens for a second before he shifts his eyes away.
"Trying to help you." He says and my brows furrow as confusion grows inside me, but I don't utter another word.
A man who killed people with his bare hands is trying to calm me because I'm panicking like a kid.
Interesting.