When you think about who are and what you want in life, how often is it that the first face you think of isn't the Russian god nor is it the drunken prince…but instead it's the snarky, know it all, big mouth, hot headed jerk off dating your best friend. That doesn't happen very often if you ask me, and how often exactly, do you act on that awkward desire? I can tell you right now…not very. So how exactly do you end up falling for a hot headed douche bag like Christian Ozera? Well, it surely isn't easy but not everything has to make sense now does it? Now this all started after my bond with Lissa was broken, Dimitri had just left my room and I was left the sit in bed waiting for something to happen or someone to enter. It was simply TOO quiet. Taking advantage of this awkward silence I removed myself from my bed and began to run the water to a nice steamy bath. Just as I'd undressed and sunk into the tub a light knock on my door made me groan inwardly and sink farther into the water.
"Come in," I called out, thinking it was Dimitri back with more of his Russian remedies. The door opened and I listened as the door pushed over the plush fabric.
"Where are you?" that was most defiantly not Dimitri.
"Shit!" I shouted plunging completely under the water, hoping he'd go away. Instead the footsteps got closer and closer until they hit the linoleum of the bathroom.
"ROSE! Are you okay?" I went to answer while under the water and ended up inhaling an entire lung full of soapy water causing me the flail spastily, who would've thought…the great Rosemarie Hathaway would die from accidently drowning herself in her own tub. Just as this thought was crossing my mind a pair or pale hands plunged into the water and pulled me completely out the water. For a few seconds I just coughed up water and thanked god for air. That was until I noticed that Christian Ozera…was holding me bridal style….completely naked against his chest. He seemed to notice at the same time I did because his face lit up and he dropped me back in the tub. Water splashed everywhere drenching him and every dry towel or piece of clothing in that room.
"CHRISTIAN GET OUT YOU IDOT!" without a smart remark to be heard from his quivering lips he turned around and darted out the room slamming both doors behind him. I sighed. Well so much for bath time, so I removed myself from the tub and snuck into my bedroom for something dry. As soon as I was covered in a towel I locked the door and went to work looking for underwear. Another knock at the door made me jump and I started sweating like a whore in church. What if it was Christian? What did he want to say to me? What if it was Dmitri and he already heard? Will he believe it was a mistake? I shakily got up trying to control my heart rate. It was nothing, calm down I told myself. I opened the door and there stood Adrian. He was obviously drunk and he smelt like he bathed in cigarette butts this morning.
"Can I help you?" I asked him, still wrapped in my towel. He stumbled a little and shook his head no. Then he turned and walked away; dismissing that as weird I closed the door and got dressed before anyone else decided to show up.