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Chapter 19

Nina's POV-

I hate to admit it, but Fabian's losing it. He's staring at the key in amazement.

Nina: Fabian?

His expression didn't change, but he got to his feet. I stood up, nearly overtaken by the pain in my ribs, and grasped his hand.

Nina: Fabian.

He finally got out of his trance, but gave me a strange look.

Fabian: Let's get out of here. It's for the best.

With that, I was lifted in to the air by Fabian and carried back to the house. When we got back, the only car left was Patricia's. She was sitting on the steps waiting for us.

Patricia: There you are lovebirds! Everyone else left already and I surely didn't want to interrupt whatever was happening between you two-

Fabian: Excuse me?

Nina: Nothing happened!

Fabian: It's not what you think.

Patricia: Sure. Come on, you two. We'd better get back.

She jumped in the driver's seat of her truck and turned it on. I looked at Fabian and we shared concerned looks.

Fabian: We'll talk about this later.

Patricia honked the horn and motioned for us to hurry up. With Fabian's help, I managed to climb on to the truck bed. Fabian followed me and sat on the truck bed with me. The ride was silent, but it was a comforting silence. I rested my head on Fabian's firm shoulder. My quivering whisper broke our sweet silence.

Nina: W- what are we gonna do now?

I felt him sigh as he prepared to respond.

Fabian: I don't know, Nina. I don't know. We'll figure something out. Eventually.

I snuggled in to him even more as we rode further in to the cold gusty darkness of night.

I dressed in my pajamas and sighed in frustration. When I pack in a hurry, I always get something wrong. I didn't pack my warm pajamas, so now I have to sleep in the chilly England night with only pajama shorts and a pajama tank top. Yup, I'm gonna freeze. The alarm clock next to my bed read 12:37 AM. Tossing around in my cold sheets for a few hours wasn't helping me get any sleep, so I got up and headed for the kitchen to get a glass of water. I tiptoed towards the refrigerator and retrieved the water I needed. On my way back, a voice startled me.

Fabian: I thought I heard someone else up.

I jumped slightly and turned towards the couch to see Fabian sitting up.

Nina: Sorry, I was just having trouble sleeping.

Fabian: That's alright. Come have a seat.

I walked over to Fabian and began to blush.

Fabian: What is it?

He looked down and realized what I was blushing at. Fabian was sitting there, shirtless. He was wearing sweatpants, but he was shirtless (awkward!). He dug through his luggage for a t-shirt and I took that moment to admire his strong arms. Not only is he cute, but now he's also a fit and strong man, not an awkward weak teenager boy. He put on a black t-shirt and walked over to me.

Fabian: Sorry about that. Kind of a habit. So, you alright?

Nina: Ya, just cold.

Fabian: Cold?

I gestured at my outfit and it was his turn to blush as he observed my conundrum.

Fabian: Oh, now I see. You still cold?

Nina: Ya, I mean, maybe a little.

Fabian: Come here.

He draped his arm over shoulders and we sat on the couch. He wrapped his blanket around us. It was as warm and comforting as Fabian's smile.

Fabian: Better?

Nina: Much, thank you.

Fabian: Get some sleep. Good night, Nina.

Before I could stop myself, I leaned in, kissing his left cheek and holding his right cheek in my hand. I kissed him gently on the cheek and when I pulled back, I left my hand on his other cheek. We both blushed.

Nina: Thanks for everything that's happened today. You've saved at least three times today.

I leaned my head against his chest and my hand slid off his cheek and on to his shoulder. I felt him grip my hand with his own and suddenly, I let my thoughts go.

Nina: I want you to be my Osirian. You've been so good at protecting me. I have faith in you.

I mumbled something else, but I didn't remember because I fell asleep at that point.