She gulped a little. Whoa, is he a telepath like Anya? But I haven’t said anything yet. She took her candles and went upstairs to decorate the room. By nine at night, she was already waiting for him on the couch. Eventually she heard the sound of his footsteps. Her heart started beating faster with each footstep. He’s here.
Elliot had taken his trench coat off, and he was wearing a dark shirt inside. His pants were wrapped tightly around his taut, muscular legs. He came to her side and patted her head. “I’ll get showered.” Elliot went to the bathroom and came back out in his pajamas twenty minutes later. The look in his eyes was passionate enough to burn her up.
She knew he was thinking of her as a work of art, and he was admiring it.
He lay on the bed and beckoned to her. “Come here, Mrs. Presgrave. It’s bedtime.”
She did not move. She refused to listen to him just like a cheeky child. Anastasia rested her chin on her hands and smiled smugly. “No, I’m not sleepy yet.”
He laughed and heaved a sigh. “It’s my fault.”
Anastasia wondered why he said that, but then he got out of bed and came up to her. “I’ll run you through an exercise routine. It’ll help with sleep.”
She wanted to run away, but he held her arm and pulled her into his embrace. At the same time she looked up, he held the back of her head to press his lips against hers. She could feel that he her, as if he would gobble her up right away. She opened her eyes a little and saw him looking at her, as if trying to suck her in. She closed her eyes, her heart racing. She held his waist in embarrassment, and halfway through the kiss, she felt herself getting lighter. He had picked her up, and they were heading toward the bed.
He placed her down’ gently like she was the most important thing in the world to him. The kiss went on and on, and she drowned in his love. She let her guard down, and she looked at her beloved, whose face was illuminated by the light. She finally let go of what happened five years ago. If that was her fate, then this
was the best outcome of it. She was fine with it, as long as he was there. She would never fall for anyone else. He would be the only one she loved in this life.
“Anastasia,” he called out to her gently. “I love you,” he whispered.
The night was silent. Well, for the most part of it. The bedroom’s light remained on until dawnbreak. Anastasia finally woke up at about eleven. The blinding sunlight made her turn away and scurry into Elliot’s embrace.
He chuckled and gave her a kiss. She can be so shy sometimes. “Are you getting up, Mrs. Presgrave?”
She leaned her head against his chest and shook her head. She wanted to hear his voice more. It was lovely hearing him call her that.
Elliot looked at her nose, where the sunlight had gathered. Her skin was fair and gleaming pink. She was adorable last night, and he wanted more.
Anastasia had decided to stay with him and do nothing the whole day.
It was then he asked, “So how did I do? Good?”
She thought, Yeah, too good. “Hmm… No comment.” She had no idea what to say.
“Ah, I see I haven’t done well. Looks like I have to work harder tonight,” he said on purpose.
She looked up at him and blurted, “Please, no. You did well.”
He was still not satisfied with that, and he smiled at her. “It’s my duty to make you happy.”
