Page 171 of Eternal
It smells good.
She’s making breakfast.
She’s still in her pajamas, standing by the stove, hair in that same messy braid from last night, loose strands falling over her face. She looks softer in the morning light, different than shedoes when she’s holding a gun, more like the girl I saw in the dark, the one whispering truths neither of us were ready to face.
But the first thing I notice?
She didn’t go for a run, and didn't train this morning. She slept, and she did it next tome.
I take a step closer, but before I can move again, she turns, her gaze lands on me, and for a second, I forget what I was going to say.
Blue and green, fascinating and beautiful. It’s making my heart weak in a way that feels like dying.
“You slept here last night.”
I probably look like an idiot because I’m just standing there, staring at her like she’s something I want to keep.
“Hey?” She repeats and I smile.
“Morning to you too,partner. And yeah, I did.”
She turns back to the stove, flipping the eggs, but she glances at me again. “Why?”
I take a seat, stretching out, watching the way her fingers move as she plates the food.
“Because you were begging me to stay,” I say, smirking. “‘Please, Damir, stay with me. You’re the best. I want you to cuddle me so bad?—’”
She lets out a breathy laugh, shaking her head. “No, I didn’t. You’re insane.”
Laugh more, please.I love the sound of it.
“Yes, you did,” I replied, grabbing her waist to pull her closer. “I even had to put a cushion between us ‘cause you started hugging me in your sleep. Didn’t know you were a cuddler, it took me by surprise.”
She scoffs, but she’s laughing again, and I swear it settles something in my chest. She slides a plate in front of me and sits beside me, too far for my liking.
“Told you you were insane,” she murmurs, taking a bite.
I taste the food and smile. “This is good. Didn’t know feeding me was your new kink.”
She gives me a look but doesn’t pull away when I reach for her chair, and drag it closer, until her thigh brushes against mine.
“Now, that’s a way to thank me,” I murmur.
She raises a brow, chewing, unimpressed. “Hey, why are you gluing me to you?”
I shrug because I don’t have a good answer. “Kinda used to have you close. Now I can’t seem to accept you being far from me.”
She stops mid-bite from her bowl of yogurt and cereals. Her knee brushes mine under the table, just barely and it makes my throat tighten.
I swallow it down. “You want to ask something, right?”
She hums, tilting her head, studying me like she’s picking me apart, piece by piece, like she’s trying to see past the lie.
“You know,” she says slowly, “I’m still not convinced about your whole identity story thing.”
My chest tightens, but I don’t let the smirk slip. The smile that spreads across my face says it all.
Catch me, Voron. Please do. So, I can stop this.
