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59 || Too Easy

"This selfless trait of yours is getting old." He rests his hands on the island and glowers at me."It's like you're asking to be put in dangerous situations and get yourself killed."

And while I didn't entirely agree with his statement, I couldn't argue with him. All I could do was silently  finish the soup he'd made and try to think of ways to fix this.

Apologies wouldn't work. Actions spoke louder than words to him.

I finish the food, wash my plate and slowly make my way towards him. "Thanks for the food."

He watches me intently, eyes slightly narrowed. I ignore him and rise up on my tippy toes to place a kiss on his lips, but the man turns his head. 

That hurts.

"You're being mean." But instead of showing him how much he's hurt me, I turn around and walk out of the room and towards the stairs. "I don't know what you want from me."

I'd nearly died. I didn't want to spend my first day alive and somewhat healthy feeling like I'd done something wrong.

I wanted him to hold me, kiss me, touch me.

Like an echo, his footsteps follow. I ignore them, even as they near and even as he snakes an arm around me and carries me up the stairs.

Only when we get to the top of the steps do I push off him. "You're also being confusing."

"I'm really not." Is all he says, taking a step towards me, I take one away from him.

He pauses and sends me a dry look before his gaze trails down my front, his brows pinching together. I'm about to follow his gaze, but his next words heighten that confusion. "Take off your shirt."

"Oh," I give a sarcastic scoff, "So you don't want to kiss me but you want to fuck me?"

He nods to my shirt. "You're fucking bleeding," I trail my gaze down to see the faint wet patch staining my shirt. "The last thing I want to do right now is fuck you."

Despite the concern on his face, his words agitate me. "Well..." I turn around and walk towards his bathroom. "I don't want to fuck you either!"

Nico had turned me into a liar.

"Fine." The deep timber of his calm voice sounds in my proximity and I know he's following me.

"Fine." I step into the bathroom, turning around and moving to shut the door in his face.

He stops it so effortlessly and the look on his face tells me he's had enough of me. "Why are you being so difficult?"

He started it.

But in hopes of saving myself from sounding like a complete child, I narrow my eyes up at the man. "Why won't you kiss me?"

Silence echos in the bathroom as we stare at each other.

He breaks eye contact first, moving across the room and towards a cabinet. "Because I'm still pissed at you."

I watch him carefully as he pulls out a brand new pack of wrap. He then walks towards me, drops down to his haunches, ticks my shirt into my bra before inspecting the old wrapping with a delicacy I'm learning is only reserved for me. "You don't seem pissed."