Hello dear guys! I couldn't stop myself from writing some other troubles drunken Rose creates because well, why the hell not? I like her to be testing Dimitri's limits, just like he does to her. Plus, I had all these ideas of what stuff she would do and I didn't want to waste them. Hope you'll have fun with this chapter too. It's nice to know some of my writing make you laugh. Or even puff while reading it. It is more than enough for me.
And well, Dimitri will soon find what exactly Rose remembers from last night. The big question is how is he going to react to what Rose is going to tell him last in the chapter. Don't take a peak. Don't do it, I know it is tempting. Go ahead and read, I think I'm done talking here :)
But not really. Maybe I shouldn't spoil the surprise, but hell, I can't help it. Guess who is getting a kiss soon? I promise it is happening. It has been too long already, right?
You want me to rub your tummy?
DPOV
"What?" I can't help but be amused. "You have lost what? Miss Pickle?" it takes so much from me not to laugh while saying this. "What or who is this Miss Pickle?"
"Hey! Don't you laugh at me!" she punches my chest, really upset. "Miss Pickle is the llama, comrade. Ash's toy. And I lost it," she says pouting, switching to being disappointed.
Oh, so that chewed to exhaustion not looking like a llama object has a name too? And it's Miss Pickle? I swear I would laugh, but I abstain myself because I don't want to upset her even more.
"No, you did not. It's in the bag." I don't know what believable lie to tell her this fast.
"No, it's not. I think I put it into the glove box as I was giving you your um… that gun. Or anywhere else, but definitely not in your bag. I didn't touch that."
No, she didn't put it anywhere. Considering where I found it, she most probably dropped it or threw it when she freaked out when I told her someone is following us.
"I am pretty sure I have seen it in the bag. I didn't put it there, so you must have."
"And I am telling you I didn't put it in the bag."
"You obviously did," I continue to contradict her, even though she is the one who's right.
She frowns and props her chin in her palm, taking a thinking pose I guess, but at least she's starting to doubt herself.
Well, I am taking advantage of the fact that she's drunk and yes, it might be wrong, but I don't know what else to tell her.
"Did I? Maybe in all that frenzy, I did. But I don't remember doing it."
"Yes. You did. It's in there. Maybe you didn't think straight. It's understandable," I continue to persuade her into thinking that.
"Yeah, maybe I wasn't." but for whatever reason, she is still upset. "But the bag is in the car. So what's the use of me putting it in there?"
"I don't get it. What's the problem?"
"Oh, comrade… The car we were running away with is in the city," she says like I should have already known this. And I do. But I still don't see the point. "And the bag is in there. The llama too. So I have lost it."
"What are you talking about? The bag is here. In the car. In the other car we took."
"No, it's not. It's there."
"It is."
I swear we sound like two kids arguing. The next thing one of us should say is 'I am telling you to mum.'. But who knows? It wouldn't surprise me to hear her say this.
"How?"
"I took it."
"When did you take that?"
"When you were busy fainting, love." For quite too long. The only thing that didn't make me freak out back then was that she was still breathing.
"Oh… But how could I not observe that? You must have been carrying it with you, right?"
"I was."
"And how come I didn't see it?"
"Maybe you were too busy being mad at me," I say before even thinking it.
She gets biting her lip, looking down. "Oh, right…" she starts drawing circles on the pillow under her. "About that…"
Oh, fuck. I made her feel bad about it. I didn't mean to. But I swear I still don't get it why she began acting like that after she woke up. I didn't give her any reason to. And what else was I supposed to do? Drag her along?
"Rose..."
"No, really. I um… you were just… and I… I didn't want you to… I couldn't… I'm so-"
I get a hold of her wrist, stopping her and she looks at me confused and distressed.
"You don't have to apologize for anything."
"But I-"
"You did nothing wrong."
She had her reasons. She doesn't have to apologise for it. The fact that I don't get the reasons she has, that's a whole other thing. I don't get too much of her anyway. Almost everything she does is a mystery to me. To desiccate that complicated brain of hers, that would be the hardest thing to do. But gosh, wouldn't I like to try? I'd love to.
She nods, then, while she is studying and straightening each crease on the pillow, trying to avoid my eyes, I see the gears start spinning in her head again.
"But... hey, I didn't see the bag in here either." and she gets to her previous subject. A safe subject.
"Because I have left it in the car. In the trunk."
"Oh! That makes sense. Duh..." she slaps her forehead as she turns and lays on her back. She has gotten quite active too, right? "So that's why you opened it before you got in the car."
"Why did you think I opened it anyway?"
She chuckles. "You'll laugh."
"I won't. Tell me."
"I thought you were looking for some rope to tie me. Maybe some duct tape too? Or anything that could… you know… make me less annoying."
At this, I laugh, even though I told her I won't. But I can't help it. I did consider that option, I considered tying her again, tying each inch of her to keep her in one place. And that thought went with me for quite a while, but I knew it would only make things worse with her. She would have taken her revenge on me one way or another. And what is going on between us would have only gotten tenser.
But it seems that now it's a good enough occasion for her to get upset with me too. I can see it in her eyes.
She doesn't tell me anything more. She just punches my shoulder and turns to the other side, her back towards me.
"Rose…"
"No," she mumbles, her face into the pillow.
And here she is, getting back to acting like a child. But well, I did screw up, right?
"Look, love I-"
"You said you wouldn't laugh. And you did. You think I am a silly little stupid girl, right? And why wouldn't you? Look at the way I am be-"
I get a little closer to her and touch her elbow, dragging it towards me gently.
"Look at me, Rose."
And unexpectedly, she does it, without any protest. But the unpleased look in her eyes didn't disappear.
"What?" okay, she even started sounding like she would be having that age and I need to restrain myself from smiling. She's already mad enough. But so cute at the same time.
"You got me wrong."
"How come? Didn't I hear you laugh?"
"You did."
"So? What did I get wrong?"
"I wasn't laughing at you."
"Oh, really?"
"Really. I was laughing with you."
She again gets rolling her eyes and I swear that if she does this once more I'll end up teaching her not to give me this attitude. And oh, what I woul-
"Sure. Because I am that funny."
She is. She is fun to be around. Especially while drunk. She has this jolly, playful attitude. And maybe if she wouldn't see me as such a bad guy, we could be having a good time when she's sober too. But I don't think she'll believe me if I'd tell her this.
"Okay. I am sorry I laughed. I have no excuse. What can I do to make it up for it?"
And here it is, her state changing again, a glint of playfulness in her eyes now.
"Would you do anything?" oh, love, I don't think that our concepts of anything match. But what if they do?
"I can't promise you I'll do anything you ask me." just all the things except one.
"You're right. I might be asking you to let me go, right? And you can't do that, of course." yes, this is the one thing I won't do. I don't want it either. "I got that from all the times I tried to get away. But what if I am asking for something else?"
"Like?"
"What about some chocolate?" chocolate? All these things I could do to and for her and she wants just some chocolate?
"Weren't you going to buy some with the five dollars I owe you?"
"Oh, comrade. There's never enough chocolate. Not for me anyway." well, this I know. She has- had a drawer full of sweets. And not a small one.
"Fine. I'll get you as much chocolate as you want."
"That much?"
"All of it."
A wide smile appears on her lips and she watches me again with warm eyes. Who would have thought it takes so little to keep her happy? Maybe I'll start carrying chocolate at me all the time. Just in case of an emergency.
"Okay, love. Now that you know that your Miss Pickle is safe and sound and that you'll get a ton of chocolate tomorrow, it's time to go to sleep." those five minutes have passed a long time ago.
But she looks at me, biting her lip again, a question in her eyes now, that she doesn't dare vocalize.
I smile, already knowing what she wants to ask me.
"You want it, right? You want your llama."
She shrugs, trying to dismiss it, but knowing I have guessed it right.
"No. Of course not. I'll be fine without. It's not like it's my teddy bear that I can't sleep without. I am not five."
Only sometimes. Okay. She's acting like it a lot of times. But I am starting to find out how to deal with this. I think I am even starting to like it too.
Bad idea. You shouldn't like playing these games with her.
"It's just nice to know I didn't lose it."
"What if I make you a deal?"
"What deal?" she turns on her belly and watches me curious.
"I bring you the llama and you go to sleep."
"You'll go outside, in the cold, just to bring me that?" she gets more than surprised.
I nod. I would do so much more for her if she'd ask me. Plus, if she'd only knew I don't have to make such an effort…
"You want me to go to sleep that bad, comrade?"
Honestly, I have no idea. I like how she is when she's drunk. Relaxed and fun and playful and all. I would like exploring this side of hers some more. I wonder why she's holding up so bad when she's sober. Why she insists on being rigid and to push people away.
But now, I don't know what she'll do next. That's what exciting and scaring at the same time. Maybe not that. The way I might react to any of that is. What if she decides to go back to being touchy? I'm afraid I might too.
Not having any answer to give to her, she understands what she wants to understand, but fortunately for me, she doesn't get upset again.
"Fine. If you what that much to get rid of me, not that you don't have a good reason to, I'll go to sleep if you bring me the llama."
The deal being made, I get up, but not before I remind her something.
"Stay put until I come. In bed, love. Don't try anything."
I don't want her to end up on the floor or hurt herself in any way. Without me around to keep her in bed, God knows what she'll decide to do.
"I pinkie swear I won't, comrade."
She even lifts her finger towards me, but misses the direction a little.
Shaking my head, smiling, I turn and want to leave. This woman is unbelievable.
"Hey, you!" she says upset.
"What?"
"You didn't accept my pinkie swear. We have no deal without the sealing."
And she extends her hand towards me again, but this time she squeezes her left eye shut and even gets the tip of her tongue out as she tries to focus on me. See? She keeps on doing cute stuff like this and for whatever reason, I can't resist it. I like it when she does silly little things like this.
So this time I extend my pinkie and lock it with hers for a couple of seconds, sealing the deal.
But she doesn't seem willing to let go of me anytime soon. We sit like this, her lying and me standing close to the bed, pinkies interlocked.
And she's watching me again with those eyes. She's again giving me that warm look I have no idea how to react to. I have no idea why she is even looking at me like that at times. It's dangerous the way she does it. It makes me want to lean over and-
And nothing, Dimitri. Go get that llama, for fuck's sake! Just get out!
I pull my hand away, leaving her a little disappointed maybe? I swear I always seem to misread her. I am never sure of what she thinks of me. Maybe I just misinterpreted the whole last minute. Maybe I saw something that wasn't there. But hell, she is not helping me either. She seems to change her mind each minute. Each second.
"I'll better go." before I end up doing something I shouldn't.
I don't wait for an answer, I just rush out the door and go straight to my duster, where that damned problem-starter llama is and get it out of the pocket. I wanted to keep it in a safe place and on me seemed to be the best choice.
I searched for this little thing all over the car until I found it hidden under my chair, into a not so easily reachable spot. It took me a lot to find it, but it's one of the only things she has left and it would have hurt her to lose this, as I have already seen it did only at the thought of losing it. I am glad I remembered about it. Seeing a smile on her face soon will be worth it.
And now I would like to find a way to give her something else, that I took from her apartment. I don't know how she would react to it. Maybe I'll find a chance sometime later without her inquiring about my reasons.
Before going back into the room, I pray that she's sleeping. It would be so much easier.
But that is not the case. She is with her back turned to the door so I can't see her face, but I see she's wiggling her ankle under the blanket. So I'm not getting off that easy. She is still awake.
But this is not the biggest problem I have now. The fact that she got the blanket off her is. She is laying on her side, halfway on her belly, with her head sunk into my pillow, and fuck, that T-shirt she's wearing has risen and it's halfway covering her delicious curves, her thighs almost completely uncovered. If she would move, just a little bit, that T-shirt would lift even more and expose something that would make me lose it. I pray to God she won't move. Or that she would? No. As much as I would enjoy seeing her like that, I know it's wrong.
It physically hurts me to rip my eyes off this beautiful sight, off the roundness of her uncovered body, but I do it anyway, an involuntary growl forming at the back of my throat. One more second and I don't think I could have restrained myself. How come she looks so irresistible? And she's not even doing it on purpose for crying out loud! She doesn't have the least idea of how she's messing with my head.
She turns around, probably hearing my displease, and thank God, she decided to pull that T-shirt down in the process.
When our eyes meet, she smiles. She's sleepy as hell and gooey, but for whatever reason, joyous.
"Hey, you. You came back."
"I did. Didn't we have a deal?"
"Yes indeed, we had. And I kept my little part of it, see? I didn't get out of bed." she needs to point it out to me as I get closer to her.
"I see. And here's your little prize."
I hand her the problematic toy and as she's busy inspecting it or whatever, I grab that damned blanket and cover her.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"The obvious. I am covering you." again, for her own good.
"But I am hot, comrade," she whines and pouts. Here we go again. Did she already forget we had this conversation? "I feel like I am burning."
Her rosy cheeks are a confirmation of her words, but I can't risk it.
"This wasn't me asking, love. Stay covered." Please.
"Why?"
"Because you will get cold if you don't."
What other explanation can I give her? That if I see any more of her curves I'll go insane? That I might pass a line I shouldn't? That I'll end up granting her wish to kiss me? That I might take things further than that? That I would love doing it, no matter how wrong is it?
She laughs. "Wow. Your logic is unbeatable, comrade."
Well, at least it's somehow working and she is not squirming to get out from under the blanket as I tuck her in. She is just watching me, blinking slowly, and waving her lashes, a faint smile present at the corner of her lips. I never thought she'd be so happy to look at me.
I caress her cheek, getting some of her rebellious strands out of the way, and resist the urge to bend and kiss her forehead or anything resembling that. Even though only God knows how much I want to.
It's time for me to go. I have already allowed myself too many things around her. Again. When will I learn my lesson?
"Goodnight, Rose."
Her eyes widen and she gets a little up, getting her hands out from the blanket.
"You'll go?" she asks quite disappointed.
"You still want me to stay?" I can't hide the surprise in my voice.
She looks at me biting her lip, but I see it in her eyes.
"Well, if you don't have anything else more important to do…" She still wants me to stay. She's telling me this twice in less than an hour.
"I'll make you another deal then. I'll stay. But only if you go to sleep."
"But I still have some minutes left from those five," she argues.
I can't help but smile. On which planet does half an hour count as five minutes?
"I doubt it."
"I do," she fights it. "They're not over, comrade. Don't you mess with me."
"How does time pass in your world, love?"
"Very, very slow?" She asks smiling.
"Fine. But after they end, to sleep with you."
"I promise."
Yeah, let's see how long she will remember this promise.
After I lay back next to her, she props her chin in her palms and watches me, again, looking at me with that happy glint in her eyes. I think I like too much the way she looks at me now. She should stop soon or else…
"What, love?"
"Tell me something about you, comrade."
"Like what?"
"Don't know. Anything you wish."
She gets a little distracted by a strand of hair that has fallen in front of her eyes and she tries to blow it out of the way, making funny little faces as she puffs out her cheeks. But that doesn't work. So I give her a hand and move it behind her ear, moving as slow as possible, enjoying these little moments I am allowing myself to feel her skin.
A silly smile spreads on her lips. "Thanks."
I'd like to see her like this more often. Not drunk. I mean smiling. This silly, genuine, girly, gushy smile. Happiness from the littlest things filling her face makes her ten times more irresistible. But it's not like she has many reasons lately. I'd like to know if there would be something I could do to fix that.
And out of nowhere, she gets super excited.
"Oh, I know! Tell me your favorite color."
"I don't-" even have such a thing as a favorite color.
"Oh, oh, or even better! Let me guess. Pleaaaase comrade? Can I guess it? Please, please, please?"
"Fine. Go ahead." how can I bring myself to spoil her fun? I'll find a lie to make her happy.
She thinks about it hard, frowning and even getting the tip of her tongue out, taking the task of guessing my nonexistent favorite color very seriously.
"Um…. Is it… um… oh, I know! Is it yellow? No, no, no! I take that back. Not yellow. Definitely not yellow. You're not a yellow type of guy. Green. It must be green. Is it green, comrade?"
She is full of excitement and I didn't even have a favorite color until I heard her say it like this. Until I have seen how shiny her eyes got just at the thought of getting it right.
Thinking about it, green seems a color that would perfectly suit her. She would look gorgeous in green. It would complement the warm caramel color of her skin, it would bring out those calm waves her hair falls into, the spark in her eyes. Yes. I could love green. On her. I would love so many things on her. Yes. And nothing is on the list too, right?
I nod and her eyes widen and a bigger smile spreads on her face.
"It is?"
"Yes."
"Hey… Wait a second. You're not lying to me just to make me go to sleep faster, right, comrade?"
Well, I may be lying, but for a whole other reason.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"You should do that more."
"Do what more?" lie?
"Smile comrade, smile," she says patting my shoulder.
I didn't even realize I was mimicking her face expression. She managed to put me in a good mood without me even being aware of it. Around her, I do and feel stuff I am hardly aware of. And I have no idea if I should like the idea or not.
"It looks nice on you, you know? It's not a frequent thing I have seen in you. You are always so serious… I mean, of course, except the times you make fun of me," she scolds me with an amused look in her eyes. "But anyway, I don't know if you are aware of it, but you frown a lot."
"Oh, do I?" I wonder why I do that at times. Could it be because of someone I am sharing a bed with right now?
"You do. Now, smile," she urges me.
I shake my head. I can't do it on command.
"Ah, come on. Just one more time and I promise I'll go to sleep if you do it."
I am sure she will. It's the thousandth time she promises me this.
"I swear this time I am, comrade. Cross my heart and hope to die. Stick a needle in my eye and all of it. But come on. Please me."
She even tries to tickle me, giving me the same medicine I tried on her on the sofa, but this has on me another impact than it did on her. It doesn't make me laugh, not even smile. It only brings me on the brink of despair. Her fingers walking all over me is not something I can resist for too long.
I need to take action and I don't waste much time. I get a hold of her hand and press it with mine on my lower abs, where her hand, unfortunately, was at the moment. Unfortunately? Do you even hear yourself? Stop lying to yourself, Dimitri.
She frowns, but just for a little while because she is too preoccupied to bat her eyelashes at me, getting playful.
Seeing the happy, expectantly glow in her eyes, I smile. She's like a kid now. A very happy kid.
She reciprocates the smile, proud of herself.
"See, it's not that bad, isn't it?" my smile only widens.
I guess it isn't. She's contagious.
"Tell me one more thing," she says turning on her back and stretching her legs under the blanket, yawning. "What is it with you Russians and all this seriousness? Don't you all ever smile?"
"We do. I just proved it to you."
"Yeah, because I asked you to. But when else? When you're sleeping? Should I be watching you at night, comrade?"
"I don't do it for the sake of being polite."
"Oh, so I have to deserve it?" she gets up to her butt and props her head on the palms of her hands, elbows resting on her knees.
She changes her position every five seconds. She's so restless. How will I make her go to sleep in these conditions?
"Tell me. Did I deserve this smile, comrade?"
"You asked for it, so I don't think it counts as deserved."
"Fair point. But what about the earlier one? What did I do to deserve a smile from you, huh?"
"Nothing special." just seeing her happy, after everything that happened, makes me happy too, I guess. And being near her and considering all the things she says and does lately, it seems to be easy to do. "Now, go to sleep."
"Fine, fine, I know I promised. And I'll keep to it."
She takes a more comfortable position, lying on her back again, finally keeping to her side of the deal. And she even closes her eyes.
But not for long.
"Hey?" she starts again with only one eye open, like spying on me.
"What now, love?"
I think I am starting to like this exchange. I like the playfulness in it. I don't think I want her to go to sleep anymore. I could be doing this all night long.
She chuckles. "Yeah, I know I told you I will go to sleep. But I want to ask you something before that. Can I?"
I turn around and sit on my side, just to see her face better.
"Okay. Go ahead."
Let's see what she wants now. I am ready to be amazed again by what might get out of her mouth.
For a second I wish she would ask me to hold her for the night or something like this because I really want to do so. I feel the need to keep her nestled into me, to feel her close.
But she doesn't. It's for the better this way, but I still can't stop wishing it.
"What's the meaning of life, huh?" her question catches me unprepared.
"What?"
"I mean, why are we here? On this earth? You and I, here, in this bed." I am sure you could have found some good reasons, don't you? Oh, shut up, brain. "What's the meaning of me meeting you?"
"I don't know, love." but I am not sorry it happened. I wonder if she is.
She turns to one side too, looking at me with those sleepy eyes, struggling not to fall asleep. Isn't she a stubborn one?
"Okay. Serious question now. Tell me. Is cereal soup?"
"You're not serious, right?"
"Of course I am serious." she gets a little upset and frowns at me for daring to doubt her. "I have always wondered. It's a liquid with stuff in it. Isn't that considered soup? Even if it's sweet?"
I have no answer to give to her, and she doesn't push for any. She just keeps on speaking. And she gets really introspective with her next question.
"I don't know what color lonely is. What do you think? You know, red is for angry, or whatever, love or something like that, not that I would know how that feels. Blue is sad, like that song and all."
Mindlessly or not, she brought her hand up and she's now contouring with her index the edges of my tattoo, and I don't dare stop her. I don't want to, to be honest.
"But what about lonely, comrade? What color is attributed to that? Oh, and speaking of colors, why aren't blueberries blue? It's confusing. I mean, underneath they're-"
"You know what would be the perfect word to describe you now?"
My question has brought me her attention and it got her out of her little bubble of existential questions.
"What?"
"почемучка." She's like a curious kid who wants to know everything in the world and keeps asking "why?" and "how?" and all kinds of funny stuff.
"I like how it sounds when you say it. What's that? What does that mean?"
"Basically, it's someone who asks too many questions."
She chuckles. "And that's me now, right?" I nod. "Well, if so, I have another question for you, comrade. One hundred percent serious this time."
"I'm listening." even though I doubt it's serious.
"If we would be in a movie right now, what song would this scene have on the background? Probably a lame one because I am so lame for being this drunk now and keep on talking stupid stuff. Or in general."
"Okay, now. If you won't stop talking stuff like that," especially about herself, "I am going to take you to the bathroom and give you a very cold shower to wake you up from your drunkenness."
She lifts on one elbow and watches me with an eyebrow lifted.
"You wouldn't dare," she says in disbelief and she looks at me amused as a small playful smile creeps on her full lips, that she goes further and wets slowly, making them perfect to be kissed. Goddamnit, Rose!
"Is that a dare? Because I must warn you that I like dares." somehow I find in myself the germ of playfulness that her voice carries and can't help it but play along.
Her smile widens and she now bites her bottom lip.
"Maybe it is."
I shake my head and laugh. She is unbelievable. Who would have thought she would get this playful? Can she be playful in other ways too?
"Go to sleep, Rose. For your own good."
"I knew you wouldn't do it," she says proud of herself and lays back down.
Okay. This is it. She's asking for it.
"Oh, really? Я тебе покажу, где раки зимуют."
"Was that a threat, comrade?"
"What do you think it was?"
"Dunno. It sounded like one. But I know you won't do that."
"You're a little too confident with that."
"Let's face it. It's a little cruel."
"Cruel how? It's just a little water. Cold, but still, just some water."
Her eyes widen a little and the amusement washes away from her voice as she gets up again to watch me more careful.
"Why are you talking like it would be happening? You're not going to do it," she almost commands me.
Oh, but I am already set off. And I do like dares.
"I am. Because you asked for it."
"What?" she panics for good now. "Comrade, no."
"Remember that I warned you when you'll get upset later, love."
She tries to pull away, but it doesn't take me much to reach for her and pull her back to me. Despite her sloppy resistance, I get up, pick her, put her on my shoulder and want to head to the bathroom. If she feels like playing, I can play. And oh, how I would play with her.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"I am proving to you that I can do it."
"Oh, come on. Please. Put me down." she pounds her fist lightly into my back. "Don't be mean, comrade."
"No. You wanted it. You asked for it."
"I didn't mean it," she argues.
"Oh, but you did."
She chuckles. "Fine, I did mean it. But I believe you now, comrade. I believe you can do it if you want to. Now put me down please. You proved your point."
"Nope. You're not getting away that easily, Rose." maybe this shower should have happened a long time ago anyway.
So I start making my way to the bathroom.
This is the second she starts struggling to escape, chuckling and squirming and pushing me and wiggling her feet. I only hold her tighter.
"Stop it. You won't manage to get away. You'll only hurt yourself."
And she'll only push this T-shirt upward. You didn't really think things through, idiot. Let's see how you resist this temptation. I grab it by its hem and keep her covered. Just for one minute, as long as it takes to get her to the bathroom. I can do it. I hope I do.
I hastily get into the shower with her and put her down. The second I let go of her, she wants to slip out the door, but I pull it close just in time, right in front of her face.
"Come on, comrade," she says a smile on her face, getting back to playfulness. "Please don't do this. You proved your point. I won't distrust you again. I promise. Never again. I have learnt my lesson."
She gives me a cheeky smile and bats her eyelashes at me some more. It's almost like she's flirting. Where is this coming from? She would never do this sober, I am completely sure.
"So, what do you say? Here. I promise I'll go to sleep. No more talking, no more silly questions. I'll be a good girl," she now negotiates, still doing that flirt-like thing.
I won't lie, she looks quite irresistible doing that. I could let her go. I should. But the thought of getting her wet is somehow more satisfying than giving in to her charms.
So, without her noticing, as she's trying to persuade me with her unexpected cheekiness, I bring my hand behind me and find a robinet, hoping it's the one for cold water. The hot one will do too.
As she's still trying to charm me and before she manages to make me drop the thought of how wrong it will be to kiss her, I turn the robinet and ice cold water starts pouring over us, but mostly over her as she is just under the shower.
She lets out a surprised yell and brings her hands up, shading her eyes with them.
"Turn it off! turn it off!" she squeals while trying to get her hair out of her face.
I don't. Instead, I take a step closer, letting the water wash over me too. I guess I needed this cold shower too, to wash away all my idiotic thoughts of her. It's going to be good for both of us. It's good for her drunkenness and my too heated by thoughts head.
But things don't work the way I wanted. What I see is doing me more harm than good. I enjoy this view of her quite much. Way too much. The way the wet material of the T-shirt is sticking on her curves is maddening. I can see everything. Or at least as much the light in here allows me to. Which is not little. The way I can see her pointed nipples through the whiteness of the material, gosh! The movement of her full chest up and down is mesmerizing. Her thin, little waist, that has been hidden under all that material. Her naked, wet thighs and what's between them… I can't think straight…
Fuck, I want her so bad. It takes so much from me not to get rid of that bothering piece of clothing and do her right here and right now. I would rip it with my teeth if necessary. I just want it off.
Be rational, Dimitri. She is the drunken one, not the other way around. Have some control! And don't be so stupid a second time!
"Really now comrade. Turn it off," she says upset.
But I feel like playing with her a little more. I can't stop. My brain is not focused on being rational. It doesn't even know what being rational means anymore. How could it know anything when she's in front of me looking like this?
"And what will you do if I don't?"
"I will… ugh… come on..."
She wants to get out the door again but I stop her by placing my arm in front of her, blocking her passing, only managing to get closer to my irresistible temptation.
She gives me an upset glance and crosses her arms over her chest.
"You're a mean one, Mister Grinch," she mumbles.
"What?"
She lifts her head, that defiant look still present in her eyes.
"Nothing. I said nothing."
"Did you just call me the Grinch?"
"Oh, so you do hear what I say."
"Of course I do. I have perfect hearing."
And eyesight. Such a perfect one that it is bringing me so much trouble now. The only thing I miss is a perfect thinking brain. But I am getting there. I have already gotten out of that haze. I am getting my control over myself back. Or at least hope I am.
"Of course you do. Is there something not perfect about you?" she mumbles once more.
"What?"
"What? What happened? I didn't say anything." she now avoids my eyes.
I tilt her head up by her chin, making her look at me.
"You're wrong, love." so, so wrong.
"Huh? About what?"
"I am not perfect, Rose. I am far… very far from being that."
She frowns at first at my weird statement, I don't even know why I have made it, but I did, then she nods lightly.
"Well, you're right. You're not because you're holding me here to freeze to death." she again gets to a more playful tone and I am glad she did it. Things were getting a little too serious and I didn't know how to continue that conversation.
"You asked for it."
She squints her eyes at me, wanting to seem angry, but it's not really working, and she tries to push me out of the way, but slips on the wet tiles and ends up in my arms.
She takes in a fast short breath and wraps her fingers tightly on my upper arms, then lifts her head.
"I did that again. I keep on doing it, all the time." she laughs, her teeth clattering. "Can we get out of here now, please?"
Okay. We had way too much fun for the night.
I steady her on her feet and turn off the shower.
I open the door for her and wait for her to get out first.
She brings her hand over her heart and speaks into a fakedly affected voice.
"Oh, gee, thanks! What a gentleman over here."
"What did I hear? Do you want another shower?"
She chuckles. "Oh, hell no." and rushes out before I change my mind.
She takes a towel and starts wiping her hair. I get one and do the same.
When our eyes meet, she smiles, then shies away. Oh, so there comes shy Rose back. It seems that the cold shower did help with her drunkness.
She clears her throat.
"So, um… do you think you could borrow me another shirt of yours maybe? I mean…"
She looks down at herself and I do that too, again, examining her body through the white, soaking wet material into this better light. Yeah, it's ten times better. Everything about her now is so arousing and I am again playing too close to the bear trap.
"Oh, shit," she whispers and proceeds to pull it off her, ungluing it.
Indeed oh, shit. Because I wish I was the one doing that. Completely. My fingers feel tingly to do so. Would she mind? I would make it enjoyable. In any way she wishes.
"So?" she distracts me, thank God.
"Yeah, sure. I'll go now." Right now. I need to be away from her as soon as possible.
I get out and take a second to calm my testosterone-filled brain now that I don't have her in front of my eyes. Then, when I feel I have gotten a good hold of myself, I go after another T-shirt, getting some pants for me too.
But when I want to go back to the bathroom, she slams the door I just opened, hitting my head. Oh, here, another wake-up call, Dimitri. Maybe a hit in the head was what you needed all along. And maybe with a hammer.
"Rose?" I end up growling. "What are you doing?"
"Um… I um…"
"What?"
"I might be quite naked now?"
"Oh." someone was rushing a little to get changed. "Crack open the door."
"No."
"I won't look, I promise." I want to, God knows I do, but I won't betray her trust.
She cracks it a little, enough so I can slip my hand inside to give her the T-shirt, and as she's taking it, her fingers walk across mine, and I want to reach for them, to get a hold of them, to maybe even pull her out of there, but she breaks contact way too soon.
As she's busy in there changing, I do the same, getting dry and some new pants.
When she gets out, her face is full of distress and she keeps on putting her now so messy hair behind her ears.
"Did I hurt you earlier, comrade?"
"No."
"Let me see."
"There's nothing to see."
"Let me see."
"Don't worry. I told you-"
"And I told you to let me see!" she gets bossy. "You can play the brave as much as you want, but I heard I hit you. So let me take a look. It won't kill you."
I decide not to argue with her and just bend a little down so that she could examine my forehead.
She first gets my damp hair out of the way, her fingers slowly passing along my scalp a couple of times, then she starts patting my forehead, looking for something that's not there because I pulled away before the impact would have brought me a bump. But I won't complain. It's the second time she worries for me. Maybe she doesn't hate me that much after all if she keeps on being this preoccupied about my well-being, right?
"So, doctor? What's the verdict?"
She finally smiles. Faintly, but it's there, along with the worry.
"You're sure it doesn't hurt?"
"One hundred percent." but I wouldn't mind if she'd examine me some more.
"Fine. I'll believe you. And I'm sorry."
"It's fine, love."
Her eyes are now on the floor and she's eyeing my wet pants, that have somehow slid down the back of the chair where I have put them.
And the next thing I know, she is starting to bend for them.
"No!" I put my hands on her and keep her in a straight position.
To hell if I am letting her do this. I am not giving her one more occasion to make me lose my mind. I swear to God that if she bends, I won't be able to not lose it. All I did tonight was to make sure that T-shirt doesn't lift too much. If she'd bend then… so help me God.
"What? Why? I'll take them-"
"I will do it. You just go to bed. I'll come too in a second."
"Ah, you're such a gentleman," she says it now without any fakeness.
Sure, I am such a gentleman. The worst of them all. If she would ever hear the thoughts I had in my head tonight she wouldn't think this anymore.
But as she turns to leave to the bed, I see that one of the sleeves of her T-shirt is rolled up. And not that that would bother me, but what has been hiding underneath does. Some purplish spots.
"Rose?"
"Huh?"
She stopped and I go to her and lift the sleeve fully. Oh, God. I was right with what I was thinking of.
I bring my hand up, and I see it is trembling, maybe from the anger I have for myself for doing such a thing, and I need to clench my fist a couple of times to regain control over my muscles. This cannot be. How could did I do this?
I walk the tip of my fingers along each darkened spot, drawing their edges, afraid that if I apply too much pressure on her skin, she'll break. How could I do this?!
I don't even remember squeezing that hard, but here is it, the proof. Here they are, my fingers, engraved on her skin. Fresh bruises.
"Did I do this?"
Why am I even asking? I know I did, back in the car. I made this to her.
She shrugs, biting the corner of her lips, then nods, so lightly.
"I'm so sorry, Roza. I…" I have no excuse. Absolutely none. "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. Don't worry. I easily bruise, it runs in the family. You didn't... hurt me."
"I don't care. I obviously did. I shouldn't-" Goddamnit, I am such a brute. She's right. What was I thinking of back then? That's the problem. You rarely think around her.
"It's okay. I kinda deserved it."
"Please don't say that." she deserves no one to treat her like this.
"Well, I was acting out, right? You had a reason after all."
Yes. She can be so stubborn and uncooperative at times and I have no idea how to make her listen to me, to make her sit in one place, but that is not the way. I have taken it way too far back in the car and didn't even realize it.
I take one step closer to her, and pull her to me, moving as gentle as I can and dare feel once more her bruised skin on my fingers. And I know it isn't real, but it feels like it's burning me.
"I'm sorry, love."
"It's fine, comrade. It doesn't hurt, trust me."
But I don't want to let go of her for now. And neither she wants to pull away. I continue to hold her and soothe her bruised skin, wishing I could kiss it away or something to ease it. And it feels so good to keep her close to me. I would stay like this all night long.
But she doesn't share my thoughts. Because she moves, tilting her head and watches me curious for a second. Then she pulls away fast, pulls a little face and sneezes, that sounding more like a squeak than a sneeze.
"Oh, comrade, if I am getting sick, you're the one to blame for that." she pokes my chest just before sneezing again.
I like it how she's doing it. Well, the before part, I mean. Just before she sneezes, she moves her nose left and right like a little bunny. And I swear I can't help but love this about her in an instant. She is indeed a cute one.
"Mmmm, this is not going to be fun. The last thing I need now is to get sick."
"You won't, love."
"How come you're so sure?"
She gets moving towards the bed and lays down, pulling the covers on her, making herself a little cocoon and arranges her position better.
Then, she sighs, but like relieved and watches me intensely.
"What you're waiting for? Come here."
She pats the place next to her, and after I consider my options, I can't find it in myself to leave. I go and lay, facing her, again, thinking of what else she might do.
"How did you call me earlier?"
"Huh?"
"You... you called me somehow earlier." Did I? I may have. "Twice tonight, if I remember it well enough."
It might have happened more than two times, but who sits around and counts? I didn't even realize it. You shouldn't even give her pet names!
"I didn't call you in any way." maybe I can bullshit my way out of this.
"Can you at least for once not lie to me? I can still hear properly. Maybe not as perfect as you, but still, I know I heard you say it."
"And what did you hear?"
"What? You don't want to say it again?" oh, I would say it all day long. "Come on. Say it." but I don't. "I thought you're not afraid of anything, Mister Spy." she provokes me. "Are you afraid of that?"
"Roza. I called you… Roza."
She smiles. "That sounds nice. Does it mean something special?" only the one I am calling like that is special.
"No."
"Too bad. I like words with lots of meanings."
She scoots a little closer to me. Enough not to touch me, but just for me to feel her heat radiating through the blanket.
"Comrade?"
"What, love?"
She chuckles. "Just this, and I swear I am going to sleep."
"You said this before at least five times now."
"Have you been counting?"
"Not really."
"Oh, please, don't get upset with me." she gets affected by this more than I thought she could. Did I say something wrong? Maybe she misunderstood the tone of my voice.
"I am not, love."
"Are you sure? I am sorry if I-"
"Rose, I am not upset. I don't have any reason to be." what came over her all of a sudden?
"I would say you have plenty. And plenty of recent ones."
"I don't."
"You're sure? Not even for that… thing?"
"No. Not even for that thing." The only thing I am mad about is that I still wish it happened. But it is for the best this way.
"He would," she mumbles.
"He who would?"
"Huh?" she shrugs. "No one. Don't mind my silly talking, comrade."
Was she referring to Haynes? Is he the reason she always thinks she's doing things wrong? He made her think that? How bad did he treat her anyway?
Even though I want to know, I don't push it. I am not aiming to make her cry again. I'll do the opposite.
"Tell me what you wanted to say earlier."
"Tell me a story."
"A what?"
"You know, that thing with words, where you tell someone-"
"I know what a story is, Rose."
"Then why did you ask?"
Oh, Rose. Because again, she surprised me with such a request.
Okay. If she wants a story, I will give her a story. What harm can it do?
"About what would you want your story to be?"
"So you're not saying no? Is this a yes?" she already gets overly excited.
"Yes, love. I will be telling you a story."
My answer surprises her even more, and she just watches me now.
"Rose?"
"Huh? What?"
"About what do you want your story to be?"
"Oh, yes. Right. About whatever you want. Whatever you wish. Oh. But do it in Russian, pretty please."
"But you won't understand a thing." I swear I don't get a single reason of this woman.
"So what? I'll like hearing it anyway."
"As you wish. But tell me why first."
"I don't know…"
"There must be a reason." and this time I want to know it.
"I liked how you said that threat earlier. And I have always had a fascination when it comes to languages, I guess. It amazes me how there are so many of them and so complex and so different. It's wonderful how some people decided one day to invent one, like, hey, let's name all these things different from the others and call it our language. Isn't that amazing?" she gets so passionate speaking about this. "It may be weird, I know…"
Why does she think that everything she does is either stupid of weird? Can't it be interesting and fascinating? I find it like that. Who wouldn't?
"But I just like hearing them. It's always different when you hear a native speaker. And in this case, it's you."
"Okay, if that is what you want, sure."
I stop for a second to think about what story to tell her. None crosses my mind.
But hey. I could tell her anything now, right? She wouldn't understand it anyway.
So I decide I'll tell her the things she won't believe if I'd tell her in English. The things I know I am not allowed to let her know.
"I swear that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and it takes so much willpower not to cover your whole body with kisses right now."
From my first word, this faint smile appeared on her face and it's interesting to see how these little things keep on making her happy. She looks at me fascinated and this encourages me to speak some more.
"You have no idea what effect you have on me, love."
I place one strand of her hair behind her ear as I curse myself in my head for doing it. I know I shouldn't but I couldn't help it. It was spoiling the perfection of her face.
But she doesn't protest. She just looks at me, amazed by my little incomprehensible confessions.
So as I continue speaking to her, I don't cease to play with her hair. I like how silky it is. How soft. How it curls.
"And I barely know you, for God's sake. But even though, it feels like I have known you since forever. But that feels like it's not enough anyway. There's so much of you to explore. So much of you I want to know. I'd learn each and every thing about you."
She is finally calm and even closes her eyes and I start thinking this is it. She is finally falling asleep, she is not fighting it anymore. It only took me about two hours and some arguments and a shower and- and it was all worth it. To spend this time with her was unexpectedly good. I would gladly repeat the experience.
But as she moves again a little, she groans.
"What? You don't like my story, love?"
"No." she bends, making herself a little ball and she wraps her hands around her belly. "No, it's not that, comrade. I like it a lot but I just… my tummy hurts," she says just like a kid.
Not good. Not good at all.
"All of a sudden?"
"Mhm." she pulls a face. "It just started cramping. Ah-" she bends a little more. "Maybe I shouldn't have eaten that much..." she ends groaning. "Or drink all that stuff."
"Do you want something? Can I do something for you?"
"No. I don't think there's anything you can do."
"A glass of water, maybe? Do you want me to go to a pharmacy? I can-"
"No." she wraps her palm on my forearm and pulls it to her. "Don't go."
"Are you sure? I could-"
"Yes. I don't want to be alone."
"You'd choose that pain over being alone?"
"Yes. I don't want to be alone." she holds on tighter to me. "Don't go anywhere, please, comrade."
She doesn't cease pulling me towards her and I comply, getting closer to her. I even scoot a little down so that I can see her face better.
She is half asleep, her eyes almost completely shut, and she is grimacing from time to time, that pain being the only thing that keeps her awake.
"Fine. I won't go anywhere. But maybe I can do something else for you." there must be something. I don't want her to hurt.
"I um… you could do something, but you'll think it's weird." that word again.
"What?" I'll do whatever she asks me, as long as it soothes her.
"When I was little and my tummy hurt, my mother used to rub it."
Weird? No. Unexpected again? Definitely.
"You want me to rub your tummy?" I ask, just to be sure.
"It's weird, right?"
"No, it's okay, but…" I didn't expect her to ask this, not in a million years. For her to tell me not to ever touch her again? Sure. But not this.
"It worked before. Well, I was little, but I don't think-"
"Alright then." I don't wait for any other explanation. "Turn on your back."
She does that but only halfway, and moves closer to me, laying her head on my arm. But in the next second, with a light gasp, she pulls away.
"Oh. Sorry. Can I do that?" gosh, I'd let her do whatever she wants to me.
"Sure, love. Don't worry. Lay down."
This time, she lays her head a little closer to my chest, her breath going out steady and hot from her mouth on my skin and I would really like to have been wearing a T-shirt now, be it stained with vomit or not. This closeness again...
But let's do what she has asked me to. Let's be practical. Let's not let my mind wander to unpermitted places.
My fingers creep slowly under the cover and on her stomach, and when I fully feel her flesh through the too thin material of the only piece of clothing she is wearing, I start moving my palm in circles.
She sighs relieved and as she accommodates herself a little better, she moves her head even closer to me, her forehead and tip of her nose making contact with my skin now.
"Is this better, love?"
She nods.
Gosh, Rose, please stop moving or I'm going to go mad.
"Mhm. Much better. But…"
"But what?"
"Can you move your hand a little lower?"
"Lower?" I am already low enough. A little too lower and I would reach…
"Yes, please."
I grit my teeth and do it. I move my hand lower on her body, reaching the area under her belly button and continue the circular movements.
Next, she tilts her head and looks at me, eyes half closed.
"Comrade?"
"What? You want me to finish that story?" some talking would be distracting now and I think I really need it.
She laughs lightly. "No. Not that. Even though it's not a bad idea. I might get back to nag you with it later."
"Then?"
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"For… you… you've been nice to me. And I don't even know why you're doing it."
"Rose…"
"No, really."
She rushes and puts her hand over mine, stopping my movement and puts her fingers in between mine.
"You're good and… you've been fair and honest with me and… and you're sweet, comrade."
I look at her weirdly. How did she call me? Sweet?
"I am not sweet." I am far from being that.
She giggles. "Of course not. You have a reputation to maintain after all." she gets whispering next, like she would be sharing a secret. "But you can be a bad boy and be sweet at the same time. Don't you worry, comrade. I'll keep your secret," she ends by squeezing on my hand. "But really now. I um… I know I've been annoying. Or even worse. I have acted out these days. But I didn't know what else to do. I was… um… scared I guess. There's so much going on…"
She starts playing with my fingers, twirling the tip of hers on my skin and lightly nuzzles her nose on my skin.
"And you have been nothing but calm around me. With me. Especially tonight. I bet that took enough from you. And… I'm a little drunk, I know it. And I'm sorry I'm drunk. It has brought me nothing but trouble. I feel awful. My stomach hurts and I feel sick. And you had to deal with it. With me. I'm sorry. I always end up messing things up. "
Always? I wouldn't say that. Who made her believe this? If it's Haynes, I swear to God I'll make him pay.
"No, love. It's fine. I understand. Plus," I reciprocate her gestures, holding her hand tight and soothing her skin with my thumb. "I don't mind." not at all. It's the first time we didn't argue about anything. And it feels good.
"Why? Am I being amusing to you like this?" she asks a little upset. "Did I say stupid stuff? I bet I did. I don't really remember now."
"No. Nothing like that. Nothing stupid. You didn't mess anything."
"You sure?"
"Very."
Her response is a little sleepy smile.
"You're only being nice again."
"Am not."
"Fine. Let's say I believe you."
She lets go of my hand and I start moving it again, soothing her tummy and she smiles a little wider.
"This really helps. Thanks, comrade. Maybe you're not as bad as I thought..."
She snuggles better to my chest, coming even closer, with her whole body I mean, and as she speaks, I feel her lips brush on me.
"Goodnight, comrade."
"Goodnight, Roza."
I know I shouldn't but at this very moment I don't care at all. I bring my lips on her forehead and kiss her as gently as possible, still fearing that she might decide to push me away. And I continue to soothe her tummy for a little longer, the only time when I decide to move being to only pull the cover up on her, so that she won't be cold.
So, she has finally fallen asleep. It's quite unbelievable to see her this peaceful after these tumultuous hours.
And you can now call me creepy, I'll take it, but despite what happened last night, I am not that tired, and I resume to well, here comes the creepy part, looking at her, as I don't dare to get out of the bed, fearing I might wake her up. And another round of questions is the last thing I need. Plus, she needs the sleep to get that alcohol out of her system and I won't spoil this for her.
She moves a little and makes a displeased sound, as it would hurt her. But I am wondering if it's her tummy or her hands that hurts. She has a lot of quite ugly scratches on her skin that I didn't give much importance until now.
Lifting her hand slowly, I bring it up to examine it and careful not to make it hurt, I kiss the inside of her palm, wishing it would have an effect on those marks on her skin. I am wondering how many times she will end up being hurt in this mess. How many times I will end up hurting her in this mess. I don't want to play this role.
It's the break of dawn and Rose is comfortably wrapped on my side, her legs around mine, and I have to thank God that I am wearing pants. But still, I can feel her hot flesh on mine, and I even feel something that it must be the skin of her abdomen, I hope, on mine, moving into the rhythm of her slow breathing. And now that I am awake and lucid and feeling all these things, I know I need to leave before she wakes up too and finds herself in this position.
But when I try that, when I want to pull away from her, she growls displeased and sleepily and holds onto me tighter, her legs pulling on mine and her palm squeezing on my upper arm.
I stop moving and she positions herself better, her head finding the space into the crook of my neck and deciding not to leave it.
She lets out a little sigh and continues to sleep undisturbed.
Okay, all is nice for her. But how do I get away now?
RPOV
When I wake up it's already light outside and I hop out of the bed. God, I am going to be late to work again! And I so don't want another lecture about punctuality from my boss. I don't like being late at all, but it happened once ever since I work there; my clock didn't ring on time. And my boss was just so rude to me that day.
I head forward towards the place where my closet should be, hurrying to take my clothes out, but there is no closet of mine into this room that I am into. All I find is a window that shows me a part of the town I am not familiar with.
As I take in my surroundings, I remember where I actually am and in which situation I find myself into. I am still into that damned hotel room with that guy who took me hostage. And as I rewind in my head the events from last night, I wish that I didn't wake up at all today.
From the sudden movement, I feel this vertigo sensation washing all over me, and black spots begin to cover my vision so I need to take a seat on the edge of the bed in order not to blackout. And my head is pounding like hell.
Why did I even have to drink that much? Such a bad idea, Rose. You said you wanted to try new things, right? Here, try a hell of a hangover too!
Amazing. I have to deal with the consequences of my stupid actions. Like I didn't have enough trouble in my life.
Before getting up again, I want to put on my glasses and as I reach for them, I spot on the nightstand, right next to them, some things that bring a smile to my lips.
There's a big glass of water that I gulp into an instant, as my mouth is dry as a desert, and an aspirin for my headache. I am really grateful that he thought of everything and I won't have to deal with a monstrous headache for the rest of the day, even though I kind of deserve it for the headache I gave him last night. See? I wasn't mistaken. Mister ''I was born to kill'' can act human on some occasions.
The third thing I see is a five dollar bill, right under my little llama. A bigger smile spreads across my face at its sight. Well, considering how much I insisted on him paying me that money last night, I think I kind of exasperated him and he did this just to make me stop asking for the money today too. Not that I would really have done it now that I don't have all that alcohol in me to drive my actions. But it is still a nice gesture from him.
Mkay, no more stalling. Now it is time to go and apologize for the stupid things I said and most important done last night. How could I even touch him all over? How could I-? I can't even think about that. I am such a mess.
And the poor guy just stood there and took it all, for God knows what reason. Who knows, maybe he felt sorry for me and didn't want to upset me.
But I swear that I couldn't stop that urge. Any of them. He is handsome as hell and I wanted to feel him. I wanted so much from him. If I think about it some more, I still do. Maybe when I am sober it would be more enjoyable. God, Rose. You need to stop that right now.
You know? If I drank that much I could at least get some kind of memory loss so that I wouldn't have to face this shame. The only good thing that the booze got me was a dreamless sleep and I am some kind of thankful for that. I don't know if I can avoid his questions about what's wrong with me for much. I mean, seeing someone react like that after having a dream is quite intriguing, isn't it? And he will surely want to know why I am acting like that.
With my heart heavy, I get out of the bedroom and find him sitting on the sofa, reading something I can't pick up the title of because it's not in English. Who would have thought spies have the time to read?
But anyway, seeing him like this is such a nice view. He's having a T-shirt on now, but his muscles are still showing and he's wearing that pair of dark blue jeans from yesterday that fits on his hips perfectly. Stop checking on him Rose, really! You should not feel attracted to him. He is the bad guy here!
Embarrassment fills me as he lifts his gaze and looks at me, nodding as some kind of greeting.
And next, his words from last night pierce through my brain. No! Forget that! He just said it so I won't feel bad, I'm sure. He couldn't mean that.
I try to focus on something else and end up getting very aware of what I am wearing, which is not really much. One of his T-shirts that doesn't seem to cover enough of my body as his eyes move up and down on me, making my skin burn all of a sudden. And because I know what I did last night, my cheeks start to burn too.
Oh, shit. I am in deep shit. Here we go. Let's pay for my sins.
I pick up something to break the ice, praying it will get him into a good mood.
"Um, good morning… Dimitri?" I continue the game I started yesterday into an attempt to loosen up things.