Chapter thirteen| Ekaterina
There was no way in hell that we were gong to sleep in the same bed,
"sleep on the floor, if you're so bothered, "he states in that same dry tone of his and I glare at him,
I'm sure it doesn't look as scary or intimidating as his because he looks like he's holding back a laugh, the asshole,
"Okay, fine." I say and stalk away from him, "great, it's decided then " he says and I roll my eyes as I walk into the bathroom,
flashes from the last time I showered when he was around pop up in my mind "I'm taking a shower, I'd really appreciate it if you don't show up inside like a creep." I call out and he chokes on water, good he deserves it,
moments later, the hot water descends over my body like heaven, relaxing all my tense muscles as I let my head fall back,
the split second where my mind is just empty, and peaceful is pure heaven, however it doesn't even last that long for me to enjoy it,
so I just close my eyes and try to get the peaceful moment back.
Of course, I fail.
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"Where's my bag?" I shout and Alexander coughs, "how the fuck would I know?" The annoyance in his voice is undeniably clear.
"I'm serious, I forgot it—and now I'm naked and I don't have clothes," I say and scan the bathroom, clutching the towel tightly over my body.
My teeth start clattering together when the effect of the hot water disappears,
I hear footsteps marching outside and my heart thumps wildly in my chest, the door creaks open as Alexander comes into view.
Messy black hair and glaring eyes, lovely, his lips twitch when he takes in my form and I grit my teeth.
"Can you—just call Nadia to search for it please?" I find myself asking as my teeth clatter and his gaze softens just a bit.
The glare and smirk are wiped off his face as well, he's weird, "I'll bring you some clothes to wear, they will probably be way too big but you're freezing—" he holds up a warning finger at my face.
"Don't even think about being stubborn right now," he says sternly, and I give him a curt nod, I wasn't going to be stubborn.
I'm way too desperate and cold for that, "come on." His voice sobers me up a little and I carefully step out of the bathroom.
Towel hugging my body as if it's my second skin or something, "here." He hands me a long-sleeved black pullover and I take it.
Thank god I always have spare underclothes in my pack bag, otherwise, I'd have been wearing his goddam boxers.
"Uh, I'm gonna try and search for some pants that fit you in my mother's closet until they find your bag." His raspy voice cuts off my thoughts as I nod again.
My cheeks flush from embarrassment as heat creeps up my spine, he leaves a couple of seconds later, giving me a moment of privacy to gather myself.
I curse under my breath and sigh, letting the towel slip free as I put on my underwear, scanning my body in the mirror.
I sigh,
Small boobs, definitely not a flat stomach, and a part of me tries to ignore the knot that's settling in my stomach, so I just focus on the part I love the most about my body.
Toned legs stare back at me from years of swimming, my brother and I always used to take classes together until he—"are you done?" Alexander's surprisingly gentle voice startles my thoughts.
And I could kiss him for it, okay no that's too far, but I'm grateful for his interruption, "just a minute." I say as I hurriedly slip on the pullover.
He was right, it's way too big, the sleeves hanging down my hands and the length of it reaching my knees, my legs are still naked though and the cold breeze coming from The window isn't helping.
Shivers run through my body as I force the words out of my mouth, "come in." I say, and turn as he strides inside, his expression is murderous.
Major Issues, "is something wrong?" I find myself asking and his gaze meets mine, "no." He says and places a pair of leggings in my hand.
My eyes widen in surprise before I narrow them suspiciously, "they're my mother's, Jesus." He mutters under his Breath.
Running a hand through his thick hair and looking at me, and that's the first time I really notice the dark black circles under his eyes, that are already droopy.
He looks exhausted, so I swallow back any snarky comments I had for the night and nod, he releases a breath and looks away from me as he gathers one pillow and a blanket from the bed.
It takes me a moment to realize what he's doing, "it's really fine, I can sleep on the floor." The moment those words leave my lips, he glares.
"You're not sleeping on the floor, take the damn bed and drop this topic because I need to sleep." He says sternly, and I stay like this.
Not uttering a word as he slowly takes off his shirt, it's like he's putting on a show, or maybe I'm just hallucinating.
Sharp-edged muscles flex as he throws the shirt away.
A peek of tattoos spreads on his abdomen that's slightly showing through his gray pants, so I can't really make out any of them.
"Hope you're enjoying the view, sweetheart." The Russian accent is heavenly clear now, and I never expected myself to like it that much.
I need to get a grip, I definitely do, and since I'm out of words I just glare at him as his lips twitch, "you don't look scary," he says and yawns.
I narrow my eyes, "asshole." I mutter under my breath and he doesn't look slightly surprised, I've been calling him that daily I guess.
"Just sleep, goodnight, Alexander," I call out to him as I stalk away from the room and stride into the bathroom.
"Night, sweetheart." His voice barely reaches me but I somehow hear him, as heat creeps up my spine and I release a ragged breath.
Slipping on those damn leggings, and thankfully they fit perfectly, I take another last look at myself in the mirror here.
My hair is a mess, blonde strands flying everywhere, a yawn rises up my throat and I decide that I'll just take care of it tomorrow.
I'm going to sleep anyway.
Alexander
A scream startles me awake as I get up in a sitting position, Jesus fuck,
Ekaterina is the one who just screamed judging by her state, she's griping the sheets hard with her hands as tears fall down her cheeks and she continues squirming in the bed.
My heart beats wildly in my chest as I see the pain on her face, brows furrowed, cheeks soaked with tears, and her mouth parted as if she's been screaming.
I slowly pat her shoulder as I try to wake her up, getting someone out of a nightmare is way more different than just randomly waking them up.
Because in her mind right now, she's trapped, Ekaterina's eyes snap open and she releases something that sounds like a sob, my chest clenches and I pull her to me.
Carefully getting her to sit up, I brush her hair away from her face, she blinks a couple of times as she wipes away the tears on her face.
Her confused surprised eyes met mine, and when she notices that I'm clutching her hand, she doesn't try to pull away, she just holds onto them.
The small gesture not helping with the tightness of my chest.
"You're okay." I grit out, trying to comfort her as she nods repeatedly as if she's trying to convince herself, "you're safe, sweetheart, I promise." I say trying to keep my voice as gentle as I can as I cup her cheeks.
Brushing away the tears that continue falling, something inside me twists at seeing her like that, broken and aching, but I swallow down any questions I have and just focus on her.
She starts pulling away and tugs the blanket closer, I let out another breath, before I hesitantly ask, "do you want me to get down?" The moment the words leave my mouth she stops in her tracks.
"No." She whispers and meets my eyes again, bloodshot with tears as her hands find mine again, "stay—stay with me." She forces and I don't have to be told twice.
I pull her in my arms and we both lay down, what the fuck am I doing? The thought lingers at the back of my mind but I push it away,
I run a hand through her loose hair gently massaging her scalp, "do you want to talk about it?" I find myself asking when I notice that she's struggling to say something.
"I don't know." She says and closes her eyes for a beat before letting out a deep breath, "I'll be here when you do." I say and plant a kiss on her forehead.
I'll probably regret doing that later on because I know I should keep my distance away from her, it's just fucking hard when I actually have to put in the action, not just the damn thought.
"Thank you." A small smile spreads on her face, but it's not genuine, not brightening her eyes and making her whole face shine like usual, she's just being nice.
I nod as a reply because I don't trust a single word that's coming out of my mouth at the moment,