SIXTY-NINE
The lights were dim, the sheets were crisp and fresh, the covers were warm and welcoming, and his touch was gentle. The moment was serene, the tranquility had the tension in Yalda's nerves dissipating slowly but surely. She couldn't remember how she had gotten to the bed; she had been entranced, lost in the feel of his hands, his lips. She had been lost in his eyes; she had been lost in how he stared down at her while making her moan quietly, softly.
Lying there with his arm draped around her comfortingly, she wasn't sure how to feel or what to think. He had fucked her like he had done at her apartment the other time, and nothing had been said afterwards. There had probably been no need for words, or perhaps he just wanted her to snap out of her trance before he spoke.
She blew out a heavy breath before stirring to her side so she faced him. Her weary eyes stared into the depths of his eyes for a moment as she thought about what to say, he saved her the stress by speaking first.
"Tired?" He asked her.
Her body was spent in the sweetest of ways, she was more of sleepy than tired but she nodded still.
"Get some sleep then. I'll show you around when you wake up." He said.
Sleep? It wasn't about getting some sleep. Did he really think that a couple of rounds of gentle sex would fix all that bothered her?
"Are we not going to talk about...." She began saying but stopped when he shook his head.
"Not now." He replied. "Try to stop overthinking everything."
She wished it was easy to not overthink, she wished she could pretend like him.
"I can't just stop." She told him.
He nodded.
"That's why I asked you to try." He pointed out. "You're not going to feel better if you keep overthinking."
What could she say to that?
She continued to stare at him though she had nothing more to say to him, of perhaps she had a lot to say, she just didn't know where to start from.
"Close your eyes, go to sleep." He ordered mildly.
Her eyes fluttered close resignedly. Perhaps things were easier when he told her what to do; she had been just fine when she simply followed his orders without wanting to think for herself.
She felt him comb his fingers through her hair gently, an act she was used to; it helped her fall asleep faster. He only had to repeat it a couple times before she drifted off. She wasn't sure for how long she had slept, but she woke up to the other side of the bed empty, she was used to that too, but what she wasn't used to was Alexander's voice coming from the other side of the room.
Her gaze flickered around quickly and she found him seated cross-legged with a book in in his hand. She blinked a couple of times to expell the sleep from her eyes before propping herself up on her elbow.
"You're finally awake." He said as he set the book aside carefully.
She nodded. He sounded like he had been waiting for her to wake up.
"What did I miss?" She asked him.
"You didn't miss anything. I was beginning to think you'd miss lunch." He replied. "Matilda would have been disappointed."
She rubbed her eyes sleepily, and it was only then that she let her gaze travel around the room inspectingly. As expected, the room was luxurious; darkly furnished like the rest of the house with hints of green which stood out, like the silk emerald green sheets to the heavy drapes.
The room was wide and spacious, it had regal pots of plants around, from large terracotta pots housing fiddle fig leaves to smaller pots housing peace lilies. The space made her just want to sigh and relax.
"I like it here." She told him.
His gaze flickered around briefly before returning to hers.
"Good thing you'll be staying here then." He said.
Her brow arched slightly in question. This was obviously the master bedroom; his bedroom.
"We'll be sharing the room." He elaborated. "Your things will be moved here while we have lunch."
What? She hadn't expected that at all. Yes, they used to almost living together, but they never did share a room. It was an entirely different type of intimacy.
"You...want me to stay in your room?" She asked him, just to be sure she understood what he had said.
He nodded.
"Yes. I don't want you running to your room and locking the door at the slightest inconvenience." He said. "Plus, you need to be around me to really know me."
What was he saying?
"I do know you." She quietly told him.
A smirk curved his lips and he shook his head.
"Don't be naive, Yalda. You know only what I let you know." He said.
She felt something, she wasn't sure if it was her heart clenching or if it just fell to the pit of her stomach. Unable to say anything else, she sat there staring at him, she watched him abandon his spot, and he advanced towards her with confident strides. A shuddering breath left her lips as he leaned in till their lips were a breath apart.
"You'd want to leave immediately if you really did know me." His breath caressed her lips and her eyes fluttered close all on their own as he closed the space between their lips. He kissed her lightly, slowly, and then he was gone.
He backed away from her and straightened up, the absence of his warmth suddenly caused her to ache.
"Lunch will be ready soon." He told her.
She pried her eyes opened before clearing her throat quietly.
"I'll... I'll shower first." She told him.
He nodded.
"Alright then. I'll come get you in fifteen minutes." He said before he turned around and walked away. She watched as he made his way out of the room and closed the door behind him quietly. It was only when he was gone that she let herself breathe properly.
She crawled out of the sheets, picked up her hoodie and held it against her bare front before hurrying to the door she assumed was the adjoining bathroom. She stepped into the luxurious space, tossed the hoodie aside, fixed on a shower cap, and stepped into the shower.
The warm water went running down her spent body, it soothed her muscles and washed away musky smell that had clung to her skin. She shut her eyes and simply let the sound of the running water distract her from her thoughts.
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