As I slowly regained consciousness, I noticed that I wasn't completely naked. Instead, I was covered by a soft, cozy robe. It became evident to me that he had taken care of me in my unconscious state and had cleaned me up. My whole body felt sore and tender, as if I had been pricked by numerous needles. The brightness of the room was overwhelming, and it took me a while to adjust my eyesight. Upon looking outside, I mistook the vibrant yellow sky for sunrise but soon realized that an entire day had passed since my last recollection. That bastard had drained me of all my strength, leaving me comatose for the entire day.
"At long last, you awoke," Sinister said as he sat next to me on the bed, kissing my forehead and offering me a glass of water. I thought I'd gotten away from this jerk. But I'm an idiot to think he dumped me; we never talked about it. As I drank the water, I realized my throat had been damaged due to my screaming.
Someday, I'm going to kick him between the legs.
He pushed me back onto the bed and wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on my chest. That took me by surprise.
"Hey, I'm not feeling like doing any—"
"I understand. I don't have any other plans. I've realized you're not as strong as you appear," he stated unequivocally. "It's just that you kept fainting in the middle of sex even though I never used violence against you. You're incredibly frail physically."
I'm going to kill this jerk. He says a lot of crap. Anyone will pass out if he uses that weapon roughly. Why does he think I'm weak for collapsing after sex with him?
How does he not get tired?
"Next time, I'll try my best to control myself. I made you something, so change your clothes and come out when you're ready." As he moved away from me and exited the room, I tried to stand up, but my legs felt weak and unsteady. Still, I made my way to the washroom to refresh myself. It was there that I noticed the multiple bruises scattered across my body. I couldn't believe it—was he some kind of beast?
I took the time to wash my face and brush my teeth, taking advantage of the fact that he kept an extra toothbrush for me at his house. The numbness in my legs persisted until I went to grab my clothes, only to find that they were still damp from the previous day. Not wanting to wear a robe, I rummaged through his closet and grabbed a red t-shirt that was a bit too big, but comfortable.
As I stepped out of the bedroom and walked into the kitchen, I spotted him putting plates on the dining table, dressed in nothing but shorts and an apron with his bare back exposed. My eyes involuntarily traversed his back, which displayed a striking muscular build, and I was surprised to find that my fingernails had left scratch marks on his skin. Feeling slightly embarrassed, I blushed as I sat on a chair in front of him.
"I couldn't find any dry clothes, so I wore yours," I said to him, trying to explain why I was wearing his clothes.
He placed the food on the table and suggested, "There are more clothes of yours in the closet if you want to wear something more comfortable."
However, I disregarded his advice and continued staring at the creamy pasta that he made with iced espresso. I couldn't help but feel my hunger intensify. I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday, and the sight and aroma of the food in front of me made my stomach grumble. The iced espresso had a slightly sweet taste that was accompanied by a layer of foam that formed on top due to the ice cubes used to shake it. Surprisingly, the bitterness of the espresso complemented the creaminess of the pasta and the fat perfectly, resulting in an exquisite taste.
"I texted your mom from your phone to let her know you're fine. You should call her. She might be anxious," he said while sitting on the chair, removing the apron.
I gave him a nod of appreciation. I forgot about calling my mom. However, I couldn't help but notice how different he was when we were alone together, as opposed to when we were out in public.
Which of the two is real?
The Sinister spoke up, interrupting the silence that enveloped the room. Silence filled the air, creating an atmosphere that was loud with unspoken words. I felt uneasy discussing Liam with Sinister and noticed that he didn't bring up the topic of Liam in front of me either. Moreover, I was hesitant to reach out to Liam to inquire about his health. It made me wonder if Sinister and Liam had fallen out of touch and ended their friendship.
"Veronica's chapter is over, and you shouldn't worry about her anymore," he remarked, refusing to look up from his meal. "Why don't we start anew? Let's focus on our relationship without any outsiders interfering." He eventually raised his head and drank some espresso, never once breaking eye contact.
The words I wanted to say became trapped in my throat, and I found myself struggling to free them from my grasp. Despite avoiding eye contact, I could feel his piercing gaze fixed on me. Should I give him another chance, or should I discuss this with Skyrim? I believe he can assist me with this.
"Your silence sounds like a yes to me," he grinned.
I had no other option but to comply with his request. Once we finished eating, he took the dishes to the kitchen, and I got up to call my mother to let her know that everything was okay. After speaking with my mother, I went back to the kitchen where he was washing the dishes.
"Thank you for the meal," I said softly, trying to look at him."You should have told me to do the dishes," I added.
"I didn't want my baby doing any housework while I was there." He smiled at me and asked, "If you're feeling sorry for me, would you mind giving me a comforting hug from behind, maybe a romantic one?" he asked, to which I blushed in response.
His request caught me off guard, but I didn't want to say no. I moved closer to him, wrapped my arms around his chest, and rested my cheek on his back. I could sense his warmth, and the intimacy of the moment consumed me, causing my face to turn red with embarrassment, but I didn't want to show it to him. Thinking quickly, I cleared my throat and informed him that I would be in the living room.
I switched on the television and began scrolling through Netflix's options. As I browsed, the new horror movie, "Silent House," caught my eye. I decided to watch it and started the film. A few minutes into the film, Sin walked in with a bag of popcorn and sat down next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer to him.
"Are you comfortable watching this? You dislike horror films." I asked. I knew he wasn't a fan of such a genre.
"It's fine as long as I have you," he replied as he fixed his gaze on the television screen. He was comfortable watching it.
I couldn't help but chuckle as he jumped at every jump scare. Despite being scared himself, he watched the horror movie with me because he knew how much I wanted to see it, and that touched me deeply. But his willingness to set his fears aside for me made me fall for him all over again. All of the terrible things he had done to me before now seemed a distant memory.
Should I give him another chance, or should I discuss this with Skyrim? I believe he can assist me with this.
While watching the movie, we cuddled, and I could feel the warmth of his body as he gently rubbed my hair, making me feel weightless and relaxed. It was such a comforting feeling that I gradually drifted off to sleep, not even realizing when it happened.
The whole experience felt like I was floating on clouds, wrapped up in a world of warmth and tenderness. It was a perfect moment of peace.