the water on with my mind! I can control it!" I jumped in his arms and suddenly became very aware that I was only in my bra and panties as Dimitri stiffened under me and his breathing became heavy. I didn't think he had noticed what I was wearing until I had hugged him either.
Wiggling out of his arms, I looked up into his eyes and my heart stopped. His eyes were stormy and before I even knew what I was doing I pulled his head down and my lips found his. His kisses were hungry with passion. So much different than Adrian's. Dimitri kissed me with urgency. One hand tangled in my hair, while the other found my waist and pulled me closer. His hot breath on my mouth was only making this worse. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want to. I reached my hands up and wrapped them around his neck and pulled him even closer. I had been waiting for this moment for months and now it was here. I didn't care who I was with. I only wanted Dimitri.
"Stop," he whispered, pulling back. The loss of his warmth made me feel cold and alone. I wanted him to hold me again.
"But why?" I asked.
"I can't do this. Not with you. Not to Adrian. I'm sorry, Angel." And with that, he left. I never heard his bike start up, I didn't know where he was going, all I felt was dumb. I felt dumb for believing he could really want me. I forgot the shower and walked, still in my underwear, to the couch and layed down to cry. Vaguely in my mind, I noted that Adrian wasn't here either. I was alone, and that was all I knew as I fell asleep on their couch.
The next morning, the first thing I noticed was that I had been covered up during the night, but I was still lying on the couch in my underwear. I didn't know where anyone was, so I just got up and sneaked to Adrian's room to get a shirt, but when I tried the knob, I found it locked. Well, shit!
"Need something?" Dimitri's gruff voice asked from behind me. I turned to see him standing with a shirt hanging from his hand.
"Uhm, yeah..." I trailed off, looking down and trying my best to cover myself up. Dimitri tossed the shirt at me and stalked off before I had a chance to even thank him, much less mention last night, which was probably a good thing. I didn't know what to say, I just knew something needed to be said.
I pulled the shirt over my head, and silently thanked him that it went down to my knees. The scent of Dimitri lingered on the shirt and I felt my knees go weak. I walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet without a second thought, pulling out ingredients to make breakfast. Deciding that waffles, bacon, and eggs sounded good enough, when I turned to find the skillets and waffle maker I would need, I spotted Dimitri at the entrance of the kitchen with a peculiar look on his face.
"What?" I questioned nonchalantly.
"What are you doing?" he asked, eyeing me and all the food on the counter.
"I'm hungry? Don't you guys eat?"
"Yes, we eat, we just don't really cook all that often."
"Well, I'm here and I'm hungry. So I shall cook," I replied turning back to my business.
"Hmph," came his reply before walking into the living room and plopping down on the couch.
"Hey," I called to him in the living room, "where does Adrian go every night?"
"Not my business," came his vague answer.
"Well, who covered me up last night?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe Adrian came home and did," he answered as if he couldn't care less, but I could tell by his voice that he knew who did it, and I was willing to bet it wasn't Adrian.
"Uh-huh." I went back to making breakfast, and by the time I was finished, Adrian strolled through the door. "Hey, where were you?"
"I had some business to take care of," he answered while throwing a backpack into a chair and making his way to the kitchen. He stopped as soon as he laid his eyes on me and growled, "Why in the hell are you wearing his shirt?!"
"Uh, uhm oh, well..."
"Your door was locked and her clothes are being washed. I just gave her a shirt, calm
Wiggling out of his arms, I looked up into his eyes and my heart stopped. His eyes were stormy and before I even knew what I was doing I pulled his head down and my lips found his. His kisses were hungry with passion. So much different than Adrian's. Dimitri kissed me with urgency. One hand tangled in my hair, while the other found my waist and pulled me closer. His hot breath on my mouth was only making this worse. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want to. I reached my hands up and wrapped them around his neck and pulled him even closer. I had been waiting for this moment for months and now it was here. I didn't care who I was with. I only wanted Dimitri.
"Stop," he whispered, pulling back. The loss of his warmth made me feel cold and alone. I wanted him to hold me again.
"But why?" I asked.
"I can't do this. Not with you. Not to Adrian. I'm sorry, Angel." And with that, he left. I never heard his bike start up, I didn't know where he was going, all I felt was dumb. I felt dumb for believing he could really want me. I forgot the shower and walked, still in my underwear, to the couch and layed down to cry. Vaguely in my mind, I noted that Adrian wasn't here either. I was alone, and that was all I knew as I fell asleep on their couch.
The next morning, the first thing I noticed was that I had been covered up during the night, but I was still lying on the couch in my underwear. I didn't know where anyone was, so I just got up and sneaked to Adrian's room to get a shirt, but when I tried the knob, I found it locked. Well, shit!
"Need something?" Dimitri's gruff voice asked from behind me. I turned to see him standing with a shirt hanging from his hand.
"Uhm, yeah..." I trailed off, looking down and trying my best to cover myself up. Dimitri tossed the shirt at me and stalked off before I had a chance to even thank him, much less mention last night, which was probably a good thing. I didn't know what to say, I just knew something needed to be said.
I pulled the shirt over my head, and silently thanked him that it went down to my knees. The scent of Dimitri lingered on the shirt and I felt my knees go weak. I walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet without a second thought, pulling out ingredients to make breakfast. Deciding that waffles, bacon, and eggs sounded good enough, when I turned to find the skillets and waffle maker I would need, I spotted Dimitri at the entrance of the kitchen with a peculiar look on his face.
"What?" I questioned nonchalantly.
"What are you doing?" he asked, eyeing me and all the food on the counter.
"I'm hungry? Don't you guys eat?"
"Yes, we eat, we just don't really cook all that often."
"Well, I'm here and I'm hungry. So I shall cook," I replied turning back to my business.
"Hmph," came his reply before walking into the living room and plopping down on the couch.
"Hey," I called to him in the living room, "where does Adrian go every night?"
"Not my business," came his vague answer.
"Well, who covered me up last night?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe Adrian came home and did," he answered as if he couldn't care less, but I could tell by his voice that he knew who did it, and I was willing to bet it wasn't Adrian.
"Uh-huh." I went back to making breakfast, and by the time I was finished, Adrian strolled through the door. "Hey, where were you?"
"I had some business to take care of," he answered while throwing a backpack into a chair and making his way to the kitchen. He stopped as soon as he laid his eyes on me and growled, "Why in the hell are you wearing his shirt?!"
"Uh, uhm oh, well..."
"Your door was locked and her clothes are being washed. I just gave her a shirt, calm
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