Page 119 of Nemesync
The next few days flew by.
My memories can be summed up as a blurry mess of work, Niko and Ben getting on my nerves more than ever, and lots of sex.
What can I say? When obsession and lust collide, it’s unstoppable.
Zanae is getting better and better at fighting and me? I’m just obsessed with her even more than before.
The only fucked up thing is that I had to be careful because it’s even more difficult to resist not being able to kiss the hell out of her every time, without worrying about anyone seeing us.
This morning, I received a call from Nikolai asking me to come over with Zanae for dinner.
I think they all know that living together has brought us closer in a way. They surely don’t have a clue about what our relationship looks like outside of this bubble, and hiding it is so hard that I feel like I’m struggling to breathe by stopping myself from touching her, comforting her when I see that she’s feelingdown, kissing her to bring her back to earth when she gets lost in her thoughts.
It’s tough.
Like right now. She was by my side, looking through the window, lost in her thoughts, and I couldn’t focus on driving because I was too focused on her.
She would do it, from time to time, look at a distant point for long minutes. Her eyes were empty, somehow hollow, evenvacant.
It only happens when there’s silence. It’s like she hears things again in her head, and they occupy all the space for her to reconnect with reality.
I put her playlist on, and cranked up the volume. She met my gaze, her eyes coming back to life.
She immediately understood that I would never leave her side. No words were needed. I didn’t know what I felt, or how deep it was, but I knew that I felt so much better with her than I’ve ever felt before.
My fingers lightly brushed against hers on her thigh, her hand was cold, but so soft. I wanted to put them in between mine and warm them up forever.
“You don’t have to put on music, I know you hate it,” she said, turning back to me.
I moved closer, “If you want it, then I do too.”
Our eyes locked, a playful smirk dancing on her plump lips, “Is that so?”
Without a word, I reached over her, tracing a gentle line along her jaw. She just looked like a dream, like a piece of nirvana on earth.
“So stunning,” I whispered.
I stepped out of the car, opened her door and helped her get out.
Nikolai’s place was nearby, and I took the lead with her attached to my back, following me.
Here we go again.
The smell of a home-cooked meal greeted us as we entered his place. He was in the kitchen, giving us a playful glare “Look who’s here—Little Z and her bodyguard. Had fun last night?”
Zanae blushed a bit, shooting me a quick glance before replying, “Just the routine, where’s Benny tonight?”
“He had an emergency again,” Niko answered. “Dinner’s almost ready. Just go sit Little Z, Eli come help me to take everything.”
At the dinner table, we talked, and they laughed about how I can’t stand any sugar in my coffee—it pisses me off if there’s even a hint of it. We also noted this fucker’s failure to make a decent dinner.
Niko didn’t cook that well. He loved trying, though. Ben and I always encouraged him—to stop, actually.
Zanae tried to defend him but sometimes, you can’t find excuses when some pastas were burned, for God’s sake he was half fucking Italian. But it’s not surprising, he was also half Russian and hated Vodka. This man was just blasphemous.
I looked at my Zanae, when I noticed a glisten of sweat beads on her forehead, and my expression darkened. I could feel my hand tightening around my glass, while she was just casually talking to Niko. I leaned in closely, trying to keep my voice low, “Insulin,Milaya?” I whispered.
She gave me a subtle nod. “Yes, Mister Volkov, I’m fine,” she whispered back, a small smile playing on her lips.
