Chapter Thirty-One
Christmas Morning
Last Time:
"I have something for you tomorrow morning," I murmured on her lips as I pressed mine to hers. She responded by deepening the kiss and wrapping her arms around me hugging me tight.
"What is it?" I broke the kiss to look down at her before I went back for her lips once again.
I smirked. "A surprise."
We spent the rest of the night making love and wrapped up in each other, not for one second able to pry our hands off one another.
Currently:
Rose POV
My eyes opened in shock. I squawked out as I searched frantically for the clock. I jumped up over the big lump of body next me (AKA Dimitri) to see the blue digital alarm clock. 4:27 on Christmas morning, the only time you would ever see me get up this early. My body was completely awake and ready to go spend the whole day doing... Anything that's fun to do on Christmas!
"Rozaa..." Dimitri moaned with my stomach over his chest. "What do you think you're doing when I'm half asleep? You know I like to be awake when you want to do something naughty," he mumbled. I snickered at this, but instantly felt bad that I had woken him up, but then again... also thankful at the same time.
"Good, you're awake." I slid out of bed and turned on the light. Dimitri groaned and slammed a pillow over his head, trying to block out all the light. Like a goddamned vampire... No pun intended! I smirked, satisfied at my own inner joke as I watched him curl up into a ball, moaning and hissing like a cat.
"Please! You're killing me! Turn it off. It's too early." We'd only been asleep for just a few hour. After the amazing Christmas eve Dimitri planned and making love into the wee hours of the morning. But damn it was soo worth it. I smiled as the events of last night ran through my mind.
I snorted. "What? What is this I'm hearing?" I asked. "It's Christmas morning. And we are going to your house to be with your family," I said excitedly. "So get your big, sexy ass out of bed!" I cheered as I jumped on top of him.
"Can it wait...?" he moaned, half awake, as I bounced up and down like a little kid on a trampoline. Actually, now that I think about it, those are for people of all ages... I was giggling, but then I realized what he said.
I gasped. "Are you... Asking if Christmas can wait?" I said with fake tears as I groped the skin over my heart, acting like my it was breaking. "How can you say that? It's like asking the sun not to shine!"
Dimitri lifted the pillow and furrowed his brows at me. "That's impossible, Roza. You can't talk to the sun; much less tell it to stop providing warmth for our planet." He looked at me skeptically. He looked pale, and tired. Definitely tired. He was wearing a loose gray tank top that said 'Feed the Bear' in black letters, a personal favorite of mine. Plus, it gives me a great view of his huge, absolutely and undeniably sexy arms.
He tried his luck again with sweet talking. "Baby, can you just get back into bed? Give it another hour or... You know, four?" he whined slightly, shifting himself so that he was half sitting up. He had total bed head hair, and there were lines on his face from the pillow. It was soo adorable that I seriously contemplated getting back in with him and kissing him all over his adorable face. I shook my head outwardly at that fantasy.
"Nope, we are leaving. Now!" I said sternly as I jumped off him once again. "Up and at 'em, Dimitri!" I said excitedly. Dimitri groaned and slung his long, tan and let's not forget sexy, legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching. Clad in only that tank top and red briefs that showed me, in complete detail, the size and shape of his package, he fixed his eyes on me and walked forwards.
In a swift and faster than lightning movement, Dimitri bent over and hoisted me over his shoulder. I screamed out and slapped my hands on his back in a way that hopefully would make him let me down. He took a step toward the door and turned out the light, then retired to the bed.
Next thing I knew, I was plopped down in a poof of blankets and pillows. I felt him slide in next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and draping a long leg over my shorter ones so that I was stuck in place, unable to move. He moaned an utterly, let me tell you, super erotic moan in my ear, and I was instantly shut-up.
"Oh daddy... Mmm yeah, I like it right there..." I moaned as I arched my back slightly to temp him. "Please, baby, I want more." I craned my neck so that I could whisper into his ear as seductively as possible. Albeit, when I realized that this wasn't going to move Dimitri, I couldn't help but scream out as loud as I could in his ear. Am I annoying or what?
Dimitri grunted. "Just sleep for another hour, then I promise that I'll take you to my house. Okay?" he pleaded, his hot, Russian accent completely pronounced. It was so low and husky and so much like thick honey dripping from a spoon into his warm, wet mouth. I pouted at him, only one of his eyes was open.
"Do you have any idea how sexy you sound when you're half asleep?" I whispered in his ear, tracing a finger down his chest. Dimitri let out a strangled noise, and his face visibly contorted, but he didn't jump me. And for that, I was a little bummed.
"Your loss." I shrugged awkwardly in his arms my bottom lip protruding in a slight pout. Dimitri pulled me in even closer to him and wrapped me up, in a warm loving embrace, tight against him.
"Later baby, I'll do anything you want me too," Dimitri mumbled all sexily and sleepily.
And with that, I fell into a happy, comfortable sleep.
xXx
"I can't believe you lulled me into sleeping for five more hours!" I raged. I pulled on a pair of black leggings and tank top, and then threw on a cream colored sweater. My hair was in loose curls and I had on trace amounts of eyeliner. I completed my outfit with a warm, poof-ball hat and a pair of chestnut colored Uggs.
Dimitri was leaning against the door frame watching me as I dressed with a hint of desire lurking in his smoldering brown eyes.
"You know, I honestly really like those leggings on you," he finally said, crossing his arms over his beefy chest. "They give me a perfect outline of your legs." He bit his lip and smiled at me. "Super hot."
I furrowed my eyebrows at him, the ends of my lips turning up as I laughed. Taking both his hands into mine and wrapping them around me, then slowly I lowered them so that they rested comfortably on my ass. I felt his hands relax and hold it in his hands, rubbing and cupping me all the while. "Why look when you can touch?" I asked seductively, winking at him and then claiming his lips as mine. Dimitri leaned down first, our tongues meeting at once. When they first touched, it was like an electric current ran through the two of us, making our attraction to each other that much hotter and wanted.
We paused and he breathed on my open mouth. "Roza, don't be such a tease," Dimitri chastised. I laughed some more, pulling away from him. I was slightly surprised when he pulled me right back to him, molding me to him like white on rice. He pressed our lips together once again as he gave my ass another nice grope. I moaned into his mouth and explored his delicious mouth with my hot, wet tongue.
"Can't help it," I said on his lips. Dimitri smirked and pressed me closer to him, continuing the kiss. I contemplated stopping the kiss to leave, but my mind was in a different place... Hmm, possibly cloud nine. I smiled inwardly at that idea. The way Dimitri made me feel, made me want to jump up and down and sing out loud all at once.
"Then don't," he whispered one last time before he crashed his lips down roughly on mine again. His right hand traveled from my ass up my hip and curves to my breast. I found myself pressed against a wall behind me. My own hands were sliding up under his shirt and feeling his warm, chiseled chest. I sighed, rolling my eyes back into my head. This is my man. I am never letting this one go. Or ever share him, for that matter. He is mine, and mine alone. And being eighteen, I'm finally legally allowed to admit to that aloud.
"Dimitri…" I sighed in bliss. "Your family is waiting..." I moaned into the kiss. Dimitri bit my lip and opened his eyes to meet mine. Oh god those beautiful, smoking hot, brown eyes; they turn me into a puddle of goo.
He smiled, though it was a cruel smile. "And they can wait some more," he cut me off to say, "We're not leaving for another ten minutes." With a little cry of happiness, I smiled at this and pressed my lips back to his. I might as well be humping the guy; I was that close to him.
xXx
A good half hour later, we were at Dimitri's house. I opened the door without knocking and walked in. Taking a deep breath of the familiarity, I smiled at how much of a home this felt like to me. I noticed that Olena and Yeva were in the living room, along with Paul with sleeping Zoya on his lap. I smiled and waved at the group.
"Merry Christmas!" I shouted happily, though careful to keep my voice low, not wanting to wake baby Zoya.
Olena jumped up and walked over to me. "S rozhdestvom, dorogaya," she said with a warm, motherly smile on her lips. She might as well be, something in the back of my mind told me. I guess. I assumed her words meant 'Merry Christmas'. And I knew by now that 'dorogaya' meant 'sweetheart'.
"Thanks, Olena," I said happily, hugging her and placing a kiss on her cheek. Dimitri walked in then, holding a couple of neatly packaged presents. I felt bad having left them all to him, so I ran to him and pulled them out of his arms and into mine. Dimitri surprised me, and as well as pretty much everyone in the room, by leaning down and openly kissing my temple. I smiled at this and lightly blushed; loving the affection Dimitri always showered me with.
"You two can put those under the tree," Olena said, and then repeated the "S rozhdestvom" process with her son, giving him a big, fat kiss on his lips. Dimitri smiled and leaned his forehead into hers, though she was much shorter than he. They spoke quickly in Russian, but then after a second, Dimitri was right at my side once again, placing the presents securely under the beautiful Christmas tree.
"It's gorgeous," I breathed. Dimitri smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me close.
"Absolutely," Dimitri whispered huskily into my ear. I smiled and brought my hand up to his cheek. I directed his lips to mine, and they met, beginning a kiss similar to the ones we'd shared earlier, though not to the extent that we were rubbing and caressing each other. I imagined how that would go down, in front of his family. Oh good God, no.
"I love you," I whispered as quietly as I could to him. Dimitri heard it and returned to phrase.
"You have no idea how much I love you," he said, a bit lower, but still a little more audible than my words.
Yeva, on the couch seven feet away mind you, appeared to have heard it. What with her dhampir super hearing, I wasn't surprised. We're raised to hear this kind of thing. "Teenagers," she mumbled, surprising me by speaking in English. Though it was very obvious that Dimitri was not a teenager, to anyone it would appear that we surely acted like them.
I mean I could hardly help it, but it made me proud that I could bring out the hormonal side of Dimitri. I smirked at the thought of all that I can do to him. I felt a hot flash wash over me just thinking about our bedroom moments. Dimitri caught my blush and stroked his fingers against my cheek, and looked deep into my eyes. Talk about melting, damn!
We sat down to breakfast shortly after talking with Yeva, who gave us some mighty short, choppy, annoyed answers to when we asked her how she was. Breakfast was pretty much a custom in the Belikov family. It was delicious, let me tell you. It was a mix of American and Russian food; meaning there were eggs, sausages, bacon, coffee cake, orange juice, and then the Russian: blini and tvorog, a type of farmer's cheese, black bread, and kolbasa, a type of sausage-ham meat.
Laughing and joking all the while, I couldn't help but meet Dimitri's eyes practically every ten seconds. Watching every little move he made because he was just so graceful and adorable. I was fascinated by the way he moved. I absolutely couldn't resist brushing my hand against his or leaning in so our shoulders touched. What can I say? There's some sort of magnetic pull between us. If had food in my mouth or I was drinking something, our eyes were on each other. Not in our regular hungry way, but more of like in an affectionate, loving way. I liked it. I liked Dimitri. Like–no, make that love.
Finally, most everyone had finished eating after about an hour. It was Victoria who brought up the notion of presents. It's like she just couldn't wait any longer; I could see the excitement building in her.
"Um," she began, calling everyone's attention. "Can we go open presents now?" she asked. I had to remember that she was only sixteen, and though that isn't particularly young at all, it was still a lot younger than everyone else here, including me. She was practically treated like the baby of the family.
"Yeah! Presents!" Paul shouted, and then turned his head to Karolina where he gave her his big, brown puppy dog eyes. Who could possibility resist those? "Can we go open them, mama?" he asked in a soft voice, setting his Nintendo DS on the seat next to him and jumping up. "Please? I've been a good boy all year!"
Karolina rolled her eyes and smirked. "Sure you have, kid." She breathed a heavy sigh. "Well I suppose you've been good... Fine. And stop giving me that look!" she said with chastising eyes, but a knowing smirk on her lips. Paul giggled and jumped up from his seat and retreated over to his mother. "Go in the other room and find which ones are yours," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He yelled out in happiness as ran as fast as a rocket into the other room.
Viktoria in turn gave her mom a pleading look too, and when Olena finally rolled her eyes just as Karolina had moments earlier, Viktoria jumped out of her seat with a "YES!" and ran just as fast, if not faster than Paul, into the other room. I laughed at the whole scene.
At that point, I kind of half expected Zoya to start bouncing around in her high chair and start screaming to go in the other room as well. But she continued eating her baby food cheerio things.
So then it was only the adults left in the room. I smiled outwardly at that thought, realizing that I was officially an adult. I'm eighteen, bitches! And legally able to drink in Russia! God, I love this place. I couldn't believe I was ever happy in America where I had to smuggle alcohol.
Karolina's boyfriend, Sevastian, was over, too. Sonya's boyfriend hadn't been able to make it, and she was making it obvious how she felt not to have him there with her 'I'm so miserable' face on. Olena and Abe were sitting side by side. They seemed pretty cozy with each other.
I was in between Sevastian and Dimitri, Karolina sitting next to Sevastian, across the table from Abe and Olena. Sonya was sitting across from me; Viktoria and Paul had ditched either side of her.
"So, Sevastian, what do you like to do?" Abe asked coyly to Karolina's slightly intimidated boyfriend. He blushed a bit and ran a hand through his bronze colored hair.
"Well, I'm an automotive engineer," he said, then launched into a story about how he used to watch his father work on cars as a child. I was listening attentively, holding hands with Dimitri under the table the whole time. It felt so sneaky, although it was already established that we were involved with each other. He was rubbing the inside of my hand, giving it a thorough massage. I smiled at the feeling of great pleasure he could give to me, just by merely holding my hand.
"And when I decided to go to college, it felt great to know that I knew what I wanted to do for the rest of my life." He smiled at Karolina, who had pulled up her chair and was sitting closer to him now, leaning her head on his shoulder.
Let's just say she knew quickly to remove her head from his shoulder after the stunt I pulled.
I lifted my hand to pick up my cup of milk, but... I don't know what happened? Unfortunately, due to the amount of sweat that had accumulated on my palms, as well as a thanks to Dimitri's warm hand rubbing mine, the glass slid right through my hand like a slippery lubricated... I won't finish that sentence. The whole cup tilted and landed on the edge of the table, wobbling.
As if in slow motion, the glass tipped right towards Sevastian's thigh. We both gasped at this, and everyone watched with surprised eyes. Everyone who was near us seemed to want to catch that glass before it did anymore damage. Hands were flying in my general direction. Karolina's head snapped up off his shoulder. He flew backwards, trying desperately to avoid the tipping and spilling avalanche of milk aimed directly over his crotch. I cringed as I saw the milk attack its intended victim. I swallowed painfully hard and my mouth was suddenly extremely dry.
"Oh fuck!" I shouted, not even stopping to notice that I shouted a curse word at the table. Mortified I covered my face and then peeked though my fingers at the horrible scene.
Karolina's eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she saw the whole thing happen in slow motion. "Sevastian!" she shouted. She lurched forward and grabbed a napkin and slammed it down on his dick. He let out a strangled cry as she started rubbing the outside of his jeans, more like scrubbing. Beside me, Dimitri's eyes widened ten fold, watching as his older sister performed this act. He looked astonished, and at the same time, horrified. Sonya giggled at this and nudged my knee under the table. I could hardly smile at her at a time like this; I felt horrible about spilling that on him.
I flailed around, feeling like more of a mess than Sevastian's pants right now. "I'm so sorry!" I said embarrassedly as I threw my other hand over my face, covering it completely.
Despite his junk being soaked with milk, Sevastian was able to smile at me, a tight smile though. "It's all good, Roza, just a mistake. I understand," he said, giving me an understanding look. Karolina looked up from scrubbing his pants and met eyes with everyone around the table, who looked equally as confused and horrified as Dimitri. She blushed deeply. I peaked through my fingers and nodded, thankful that he was a good guy.
"If you'll excuse me," he said, standing up awkwardly.
"You can wear one of Dimka's jeans," Karolina offered, noticing that she probably shouldn't have been rubbing him the way that she had. She wanted to make up for it now by being as helpful as possible. "He doesn't mind," she spoke for him. Dimitri gave her a confused look, and then chuckled to himself.
"He's not going to fit in my clothes," Dimitri said, smirking. "Possibly yours..." he breathed under his breath, so that only I could catch it. I chuckled at that, hitting his knee, but still laughing. Now that I get a good look at him while he's standing, holy crap, Sevastian is super fucking lanky. Practically a stick. Yeah, that won't go over well. It would be like a child putting on their parent's clothing.
Karolina gave him a kind smile. "We'll find you something to change into," she said. Sevastian smiled in return and wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked out of the room.
I licked my dry lips and looked around the table. Olena appeared shocked, Sonya, now that Sevastian and her older sister were out of the room, was now laughing her head off, as if my stunt had been the funniest thing in the world; which I must admit, was a bit badass. Dimitri was smug as well, and he shook his head in exasperation, whispering, "Oh, Roza. Oh, Roza," as he pinched the bridge of his nose. My dad on the other hand...
Out of nowhere, he threw his head back and began laughing like a hyena. "Jesus God, Kiz!" he shouted. "I know I'm not going to sit next to you anymore," Abe continued, his laughter calming down as he slowly began to smirk at me. I cocked my head to the side and glared at him. "Glass of milk to the crotch."
"Shut up, old man," I muttered. "Good-for-nothing… Bastard fucking father..." I grumbled some more.
He wiped a tear from his eye. "Ooh... That's going to leave a mark in my memory forever. Christmas, year 2011, my daughter spills milk all over Karolina's boyfriend. Nope. You're not going to live that down," he said, pointing at me, his laughter spiking up again. I looked at Olena, and she, too, seemed to be fighting to not laugh.
Instead of thinking up a witty, slightly mean remark to him, I turned to Dimitri and gave him an eager look. He turned to send a glare to his mother and my dad. That certainly shut them up.
"On to the presents?" he asked and I nodded furiously.
We all got out of our seats and walked into the other room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Olena hesitate, and then quickly retreat back into the kitchen to clean up after us, but I caught her arm and slid my hand into hers. I smiled warmly and shook my head.
"Come on, Olena! It's Christmas! You can clean later," I pleaded with a wry smile. Olena looked conflicted, but then smiled and nodded as she followed after me. Once we entered the room, I noticed Viktoria and Paul on the floor with already opened presents, and Zoya playing in her baby seat. I sat down beside Viktoria and in front of Dimitri who was standing up. I picked up a present and looked who it was addressed to- Dimitri. I should have recognized it; I bought and wrapped it.
I turned around and handed it to him. "Here, comrade. Take a look," I said with a smirk. He smiled in return and pulled the ribbon and then lifted open the top. His smile widened and he snorted.
His shoulders dropped as he bit his lip. "Oh Lord, Roza," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Come on." I watched as he pulled his new dark leather duster out of its box. "Where did you even find this?" he asked, flabbergasted.
I shrugged and rolled my eyes. "Took me ages. But finally when I found the perfect one, just for you, I knew I struck gold," I said, getting up and giving him a big hug. He returned it, whispering in my ear some naughty words meant for later. We broke apart and I looked at him, a crooked smile on my face. "And... I dunno... I thought you would like it. It's your style. Cowboys and horses 'n' stuff. Makes you look sexy."
Dimitri laughed at this and I looked around the room. Abe had his arm around Olena's shoulders as they sat off to the side of the family, on the couch. Everyone was currently on the ground, besides Dimitri who was standing up, drinking a cup of coffee. He looked so handsome. His hair was combed back and he was wearing a green flannel with khakis. He turned and met my eye, winked and blew a kiss towards me. I pretended to have caught that kiss, and I held it in my hands, bringing them up to my lips. I smiled at him, lifting my eyes to meet his.
Paul screamed a high pitched, girly scream. Poor kid hasn't gone through puberty yet. It appeared that Paul had gotten a new Xbox and a couple new games. He was practically crying and hugging his grandmother in joy. "Jeez, babushka..." Paul moaned, hiccuping. "You know me so well," he said as he threw himself into her arms. Olena chuckled.
"I knew you'd love it, Paul," she said and smiled at him, giving him a kiss on his forehead. He started bawling harder. "You've been a great kid this year," she whispered in his ear. He smiled through the tears.
"Babushkaaa..." he whined, crying his eyes out as he hugged the Xbox to his chest.
I looked over, suddenly, when Viktoria cried out in happiness. Her eyes bulged and her jaw dropped. "Shit!" she shouted, jumping up in alarm. She held two sexy, black stilletos in her hands and screamed again. "I love you, mama!" Vika shouted as she threw her arms around her mother. Viktoria a moment later explained that the pair was overpriced at the department store and claimed that Olena shouldn't have bought them for her. Though, Olena heard none of it. Viktoria smiled, tearing up just as her nephew had.
I found a box addressed specifically to me, and in that oh-so familiar handwriting. Roza. I smiled and picked it up. It was a small, rectangular sized box. I pulled the bow and opened the box to see a beautiful with a shining white gold necklace. I gasped and turned to Dimitri.
"Wow," I breathed, thinking of no other words to express how beautiful this gift was. "Thank you!" I said, louder now. He had slid down into the couch. I jumped into his lap, pressing a kiss to his soft, awaiting lips. Dimitri sucked on my bottom lip, and tugged it as I gently pulled away, the feeling agonizing yet sexy and amazing all at the same time. I snaked my arms around his neck as I deepened it.
We broke apart so that Dimitri could pull the necklace out of its case and place it around my neck. He carefully unclipped the back and held it with calm, calloused fingers. I brought a hand from around his neck and slid my hair so that it was cascading down one shoulder instead of both. Dimitri slowly, though carefully, slid the necklace over my exposed, warm skin, allowing his fingers to linger which I oh-so enjoyed. I blushed as I opened my eyes, noticing that everyone in the room was now watching intently.
"Wow," Viktoria breathed happily, a small blush on her cheeks as she watched us. "You two work so well together." She turned and pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "I wish I had a boyfriend that would treat me like that..." she said softly, though in a huff. I noted Olena smiling warmly at her youngest daughter.
Sonya snickered. "Yeah, um, sorry Vika, that won't be happening for a while," she said, a smirk on her full lips. Viktoria slapped her hard on her shoulder and Sonya hissed in annoyance at her, not engaging in the fight. I remembered back to a time that seemed so distant where the two were arguing about which one was adopted or a "mistake".
I turned around to see Dimitri. His eyes were on me, ignoring his sisters' banters. "It's beautiful on you," he said with a breathtaking smile. I couldn't help but do the same and press my lips to his once again.
Viktoria tapped my knee and handed me a smaller box. It was like the necklace box, but much, much smaller and thinner. I opened it easily and looked inside. A smile crossed my lips. Lip gloss!
Dimitri smirked at my so easily achieved happiness and rolled his eyes. "Oh fuckin' sweet. I needed some of this stuff," I said as I unscrewed the cap and applied it carefully to my lips, the taste delicious. What? Does no one else taste their lip gloss?
Dimitri chuckled as Viktoria just snorted. "You're welcome," she muttered sarcastically.
I looked at her, a little shocked as well as surprised. I furrowed my brows. "You got this for me?" I asked, holding it up. She snorted yet again and turned to me.
"No, I'm pretty sure Dimitri did. But," she added emphasis to that word and paused, a wide, Cheshire-like smile on her lips. "I handed it to you, and it seems that you happened to forget to thank the messenger." She pointed a finger at me as she looked down and began to open a present. "That's bad karma, you know."
"Thank you so, so very much, Viktoria. I owe my life to you," I laughed and gave her a hug, followed by another one for Dimitri.
I turned to Dimitri and gave him a skeptic look. "You know, I would kiss you... But then my lip gloss would get on your lips and I'm afraid you'd look like a tranny," I said. Dimitri furrowed his eyebrows and gasped, chucking then soon after.
Paul's head perked up, as if he had been listening in to our whole conversation. Little twa– "What's a tranny?" Paul asked. Everyone got silent, my lips in a thin, straight line.
Dimitri swallowed. "A, um, person who likes to dress in the opposite gender's clothing," he said, a little slowly at first, but then finished strong. Yeah, Dimitri, you tell Paul in a more kid-friendly way of what tranny means!
Olena and Abe began a heated conversation, and then everyone went back to what they were doing.
Dimitri leaned in, breathing his hot breath in my ear. I felt an avalanche of coldness rush down my spine. "Jeez. I don't know if I should thank you for looking out for me or be offended that you'd rather not kiss me when I would look like a tranny right after," he said. I laughed hard at that, my stomach hurting a bit from all the laughter this morning.
Karolina and her boyfriend came down then; he apparently found an old pair of Dimitri's pants that appeared to fit him like a glove while not making him look gay. Now that I think about it... I wondered what Dimitri would look like if he had on skinny jeans... My mind meandered to the thought of his package in tight jeans. He always wore straight leg jeans, so they gave me a pretty good look at the shape of his legs, but never were they tight enough to be borderline gay. But then again, that might look hot on him.
The next present Dimitri opened happened to also be from me. He had already gotten an abundance of things, ranging from jeans, new shoes, some money, a knitted sweater (guess who made that). He ripped it open and looked inside. This one had caught him by surprise. I imagined what it must've been.
"Hair... Mousse and spray," Dimitri read the labels, confused.
I gave him a 'duh!' look. "So I can play with your hair when I get bored. Don't worry. You'll love it," I said and Dimitri still looked confused. Yeah, I didn't blame him. "Plus," I started, pointing to the bottles, "Your hair has a ton of potential. Think of how sexy it'll look when I'm done with it."
"If he wanted his hair to look sexy," Viktoria interjected. "I could have done it myself." Jeez, was everyone listening in on our conversations now?
I snorted. "Puh-lease. I am a boss when it comes to hair," I said, petting my own hair. Viktoria glared.
"Is that so? Then I challenge you to a hair-off!" she declared. I gave her an odd look then nodded. I shook her hand.
"You bet." I paused and placed a finger on my chin. "But, Dimitri has to be the model."
Dimitri chuckled, though looked uncomfortable. He held up his hands. "Oh no–"
"Oh yes," I cut him off, raising both eyebrows at him as he gave me a critical look. "It'll be awesome."
Viktoria and I laughed, and I honestly expected her to completely forget about the whole hair-off thing.
However, what happened next was definitely not expected.
To Be Continued...
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