Kidnapped

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

-TATUYANNA TORRONO >

I was close to waking up, but the exhaustion of the past few days were catching up to me. I didn't want to wake up. Part of the reason may the source keeping me strangely warm and secure.

Whatever it was, I was silently hoping it wouldn't move. An unwanted raspy sigh escaped my throat, leaving me to lean against it.

Then something smooth and big landed on my cheek. It was definitely a hand. It was the most delicate touch, as if I was something fragile, needed to be kept safe. If that wasn't enough to make my heart swell, a distinct feathery peck was planted on my forehead.

I can't tell if this was a dream or not.

Maybe it is. This could be the intimacy that I silently yearn for. It is the only explanation for this strange dream.

I don't know when, but it fades. I have no idea how much longer I slept but I was getting closer and closer to awakening when sudeenly my eyes shot open and I'm sitting upright, stretching my arms over my head.

I was in an unfamiliar room.

The curtains were all the open, rays of light projected onto the bed and gel wood floor, creating a weird peaceful image. Then it all comes back to me.

Oh right, Ares.

He wasn't in the bed nor anywhere in the spacious room. I swing my legs off the bed with a yawn. Scratching my scalp while stretching my arm in the air.

Suddenly I'm nervous to see him. I can stall all I want in the bathroom. I'm not ready to confront him. Especially after how cute he was acting yeaterday night.

I make way towards it, opening the bathroom door and instantly being engulfed in the clearing steam and fresh scent of citrus and shaving cream. He probably just came out of the shower while I was still asleep.

I then grab my toothbrush in the mirror cabinet, and squeeze toothpaste onto it, brushing my teeth simultaneously rubbing my eye.

I was enjoying the tranquility of silence when a tall, lean muscle built figure got out of the shower.

I quite literally choked on toothpaste in surprise.

He looks at me, calm and collected, as if he's not fully naked right now with droplets of water flowing down, from his wet hair down his lips and chin, and buffed out chest.

My eyes are wide as I held every fiber of my being from straying my eyes any lower than they should go.

Why is he just looking at me?

I frown. "What? Are you some pornstar? Get a towel!" I exclaim, grabbing one from the marble table beside me and throwing it against his abdominen while covering my eyes.

I hate that my heart skipped a beat. "You seemed like you were enjoying the view, why would I interfere in that?" He flashes me a boyish smile and wraps the towel around his waist.

"You're insane. Anyway, what did you cook for breakfast?" I murmer going back to brushing my teeth, sighing descretely as possible to ease my nerves, hoping it wasn't obvious.

"You'll go find out,"

Heat burns my cheeks and I slightly gag as a result of brushing my tongue mixed with the surprise of seeing him in the reflection. He then reaches forward and grabs his electric toothbrush, his arm brushing against mine.

A set of goosebumps threatened the skin he touched. Honestly. I am about to google these symptoms.

The buzzing starts and I see him in the mirror. His eyes closed as he suddenly grasped the counter's edge beside me, slightly making me flinch.