Page 86 of Eternal
He placed the pills on it with this strange, quiet care. Then, without looking away, he brought the bottle to my lips and tilted it.
“Swallow.”
That sounded… dirty.
The water was cold against the heat in my throat. I drank, swallowed, felt it go down.
When I finished, he stepped back and resumed what he was already doing.
“You done taking care of me?” I asked, my voice rougher than I meant it to be.
He gave a half-smile. “Not even close.”
But then I heard it, my stomach growling, loud enough for him to hear too.
He paused, his eyes slowly turning toward me, catching the smallest flicker of annoyance on my face. I didn’t need to look at him to know a smirk was already curling his lips.
“Are you hungry?”
“No, I’m fine,” I muttered, keeping my eyes fixed on the ground, hoping he’d drop it.
He didn’t. “Your stomach says otherwise.”
His footsteps moved toward the garage door, and to my surprise, he threw out, “Get on my bike. We’re grabbing food.”
I raised an eyebrow, finally looking up. “Since when is your bike here?”
“I have my contacts. Yours is also here.”
My stomach flipped, but not from hunger.Oh, Viktor. You idiot. “Is your contact a stupid, arrogant asshole who dared touch my baby without my permission?”
A low laugh escaped him, like I’d said the funniest thing all day. “Viktor wouldn’t like the way you talk about him, partner. Him and Lev brought the bikes back while you were still asleep. It’s been six hours. Did you know that?”
“You watched me sleep for six hours and organized all that?”
“Obviously.”
Of course, he did. My fingers were already brushing the keys near the door, but he was faster. He plucked them up and slid them into his front pocket.
I walked over; arms crossed. “I’ll take my bike.”
He didn’t even blink. His hand shifted further into his pocket, lower than it needed to go, and I knew immediately he was doing it on purpose.Testing me.
“Give me my keys back, Damir,” I snapped, stepping closer.
He stared down at me, the smirk fading into something colder, more controlled. “No.”
I scoffed. “What, you think I won’t touch your dick to get them back? You’re wrong.”
His expression didn’t change, not a twitch, not a frown. More of an assessing gaze like he was weighing whether I was worth the argument or not.
“Stop wasting time,” he said flatly, then turned toward the door. “You’re still recovering, and that nasty cut on your stomach is gonna take time to heal. So shut up and get behind me.”
I glared at him, my hand twitching, half-considering whether to punch him and take the damn keys. But I didn’t.
Be kind, Azra.Let’s say it’s my way of thanking him.
He walked to the door, opened it, and there they were, our bikes, parked inside the garage next to the car.
