Since it's going to take over 20 hours to get to Alaska, I decided to use my backpack as a pillow and lay down on the seats. My eyes stare up at the ceiling of the car, a bit of the roof peals, moving back and forth.
In the front of the car, Katana drives while listening to soft music and Kai's reading a book called "Dune". When I asked him what it was about, he said it was an "exceptional book that touches on realism and social sciences."
I close my eyes and drift off to sleep. My mind sends me off to the past, back to when Alexander and I were in the bathroom of his room. The night when Alexander came back from defeating/killing Sasha at Oslow.
I remember holding him close to my breast, and him silently breathing into me, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to escape those charcoal eyes. My hands were so secure around him; my fingers were digging into his skin leaving behind tiny crescents on his tan skin.
"It wasn't your fault, Alexander." I keep repeating that as I held him close. "You had no choice; it was either her or you." I remind him. He was distraught over killing Sasha, he told me how he remembers seeing her take her last breath. The trees and birds quieting around them, as if they died alongside her too.
He said his heart sank from his chest, and died with her. Yes, she was his enemy and posed a threat to all of us, but she was still a human. Well- kind of.
My dry lips kiss the top of his head, his curl tickles the top of my lip. He shutters under my touch. "Alexander?" I whisper. After a few seconds, he lifts up his head from my chest. His eyes are red and swollen, like two red apples picked straight from a tree.
His once tan skin is now pale as a ghost, haunted by what happened only hours ago. I hold his head in mines and lean my forehead against it, letting him feel something real, something human, something alive. I take his left hand and sit it on top of my chest so he can feel my heart. The thumps against his pale fingers, seeping through his skin to bring some life into him. In return, my hand goes to his heart, feeling it. Letting him know that were both alive, both still humans with fire blood coursing through our veins. That no matter what we go through, we're still here. We still have each other.
"What are you doing?" He asked me quietly, his voice nothing but a whisper in the wind.
"I want you to feel me, we're here Alexander. We made it." I say back. His lip twitches, forming into a smile. My heart beat races at that small smile.
"We did?" He says it like it's hard to believe.
"We did Alex. I- I thought you weren't coming back to me. I waited and waited on the edge of those woods, my fingers twiddling and my feet tapping. I prayed to God and the moon goddess for your return, and you did. She or he brought you back to me." A tear stains my cheek, he wipes it with the point of his nose.
To lull me, he kisses my lips. They form around mine perfectly, as if our bodies and lips were lost puzzle pieces that have now been reunited. I tangle my fingers in his black curly locks as his hands hold me tightly on my waist. Our bodies push closer together, feeling every beat and twitch they make. I feel his hand trail down my chest, squeezing the inside of my leg.
My body jolts up, and a deep rumble of a laugh raddles me. To breathe again, I rip our lips apart. He takes this opportunity to kiss me down my neck. His fingers fiddle with the hem of my dress as I hold onto him tightly.
"Alexander. "I warn him.
"Yes, Lotus." My legs tighten together by the calling of my name he has for me. He laughs as his hand wedges between them, opening them back up.
"I'm dirty and smelly, you shouldn't be kissing all over me." My body tries to move from his grasp, but he only pulls me closer to him.
"I don't care, you still taste delicious to me." His eyes revert down to my body, taking in the black satin mid-thigh dress that clings to my body. Bits of dirt and spiderwebs decorate it. "What's up with this dress."
"Why? You don't like it?"
He smacks my thigh lightly, "Hell no. I love this dress on you, it insinuates your legs and body. Maybe later I can take it off you."
"You're in no position to be trying to do anything sexual." I push his hair back from his face, taking in the beauty that is Alexander Germani.
"I can at least try." His teeth start to pull down the strap of my dress. I just laugh and laugh and laugh.
"You're an animal." Is all I say.
"So, back to the earlier question. Where were you wearing his dress at?"
"Me, Lyra and a friend from work went to the club." His eyes widen. He moves my body on his lap so now I'm in a straddle form around him. He pushes me as close as he possibly could, my breast are basically in his face.
"A club? Did you drink?" I nod. "Did you dance?" I nod again. "Dance with any men?" THATS the question I expected him to ask.
"No, I only danced with Claire and Lyra. The only guy I want to dance with is you." I kiss his temple. I remember the charity date auction. This is around the time I was head over heels for Myers, and Alexander was the guy I thought was ruining my relationship, when in actuality Myers was doing that all on his own. That was the night where I fell for him, that dance we had was so fun and passionate at the same time. And when he bought me those lotus flowers, it warmed my heart.
"That sounds about right."
I check the time on my phone, it's half past 10. "It's late, I need to get you into bed."
He gives me an incredulous look, "Last time I checked I was a grown ass man. I'll go to bed when I choose." I give him a glaring look; he cowers under my glare. "Fine." I hold him up, as he's too weak to walk on his own. "I can walk by myself Quinn."
"No, you can't, the moment I let you go you'll tip over." Men always want to act tough around their woman, it's ridiculous.
"I won't." To experiment, I let him go. He stands straight for a few seconds, takes a step forward and falls against the wall. His hand clutches onto his desk.
"See." My arm wraps around his torso, bringing him to his bed in a sitting position. He groans quietly while my arm leaves his sore waist. Stepping back, I observe him.
His bare chest glistens under the lamp light. Besides his tattoos, white bandages paint his body. One on his torso and the other two are on his arms. Tiny scratches are on his face and hands. Taking in the big picture, he looks beat up and worn out. I can't believe he wanted to do spicy stuff when he can't even keep his eyes open.
"Is there anything you need?" I ask him. He pulls me by the waist towards him, his head holds up against my stomach.
"You." Is all he says.
I blush. "You want me to stay here with you tonight?" He nods. "Ok, let me text my grandpa." I shoot my grandpa a quick text, and then shut off my phone. I know for sure he will object against it. "Do you have something; maybe cream I can put on your shoulders." He's been rolling them back and groaning.
"Uh- yeah the cabinet in the bathroom." I rush to the bathroom. In the cabinet I look around for the cream. A couple of razors sit in here, band aids and... condoms. It's a 20 pack. Who has he been having sex with, because it definitely isn't me. On the left is some icy hot, I grab that and the condoms and head into his room.
The condoms slam on the soft duvet next to him. His eyes squint as he looks at them. "Look, I don't have the energy to have sex, but if you want to do all the work and I lay there, then fine." He tries to lean back on the bed, but I hold him up by the shoulders, and maybe I squeeze them a bit.
"Why do you have a 20 pack of condoms?" I ask curiously.
"Quinneth." He sighs. "Those are from when I used to sleep with girls, since you, I haven't slept with anyone." I hold the hard look on my face. "You're the only person I want to sleep with." We just look at each other, I know he's telling me the truth.
"That sounds good enough for me." He kisses my wrists. "Let's put this icy hot on you." I squeeze the clear liquid on my hands and start to rub it in his shoulder. He winces, his hands tighten on my dress. "I'm sorry for the pain."
"It's fine." He says through his teeth. I try to go as fast as I can, without hurting him too much. He hurts me to see him hurt, to see when he would grind his teeth together. Or when he silently grunts. "Are you- are you ok with waiting?"
He looks at me confused, "Wait?"
"For sex?" I blush from the word.
"Yes, I'm ok with waiting. I want our first time to be perfect, and most importantly I want to ravish your body without wondering if someone's going to walk in." He pauses, like he's thinking hard about something. "I never said this, but I'm sorry for what happened with the whole Sasha breaking out and me thinking that you killed those guards. I mean, I can't even believe I thought it was you." He sounds so angry with himself.
"I understand why you think I did it. But- it did hurt me, a lot actually." He takes the cream and puts it on the nightstand. Those strong arms of his wrap around me, holding me like I would disappear.
"I'll regret hurting you for as long as I live. I love you so much."
"I love you too." We just stand there, holding each other.
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