path of redemption

chapter thirty-six

She shrugs like its one of the most mundane things in the world "im sure they've seen worse. Haven't you boys?"

I lift my gaze up and they're all staring at her with lust , hunger , devotion?
I bite my cheek as i shift uncomfortably on my spot and i feel someone staring at me . There's one of them whose not staring at her. H-hes staring at me?

My eyes widen as i blush at the attention. I nibble on my plump bottom lip as the need to cover myself washes over. I look at him again. And he gives me a small warm smile. He has brown hair with dark blue eyes. Straight nose and his upper lip is heavier than the bottom one. I realise how this must look. Oh god. Im staring at him as i bite my lip. He must think im creepy. I avert my gaze from him as i interupt ashleys lecturing on how to use a condom when "fucking" a girl. I lean in and whisper in her ear "im gonna go change out of these wet clothes" she turns her head over her shoulder and gives me a warm smile as she nods. I gulp as i turn around and walk back into the house. Once i close the backdoor and lean on it i let out a huge sigh thats been sitting on my shoulders.

Water drips from my body and down to the marble floor. Oh god dad is gonna kill me ! I quickly mop the floor as i make sure it isnt wet. I walk up to my room as i take a warm quick shower. I change into comfortable black sweatpants with a white oversized tee. I put my cold feet into warm socks as i sigh at the feeling. I put my damp wet hair into a bun as i head downstairs. I hear someone in the kitchen. Hm must be ash?

I shrug as i walk into the kitchen and i freeze mid step. My eyes widen as i see the same guy that was staring at me ! Oh no. What do i do? Do i make myself known? Do i say hi ? . As if feeling my presence he turns around with a glass of water in his hands. His face immediately pulls up into a huge grin and my eyes widen.

"You're estella right?" Came his voice , but there was a bit of? Accent? What accent was it? Sounded like russian.
I realize im staring at him and i shake out of my thoughts as i nod "y-yes i am? How do you know my name?"

He chugs down the last bit of water as i watch his throat bob making blood rush to my ears. He straightens and stands to his full height which is tall comparing to me. Im 5'3 . I gulp at the feel of being small against him.

"Your brother mentioned it"

I nod "who are you?"

"My name is damien ivanov" he flashes his straight teeth at me and his accent appears more fluent and the corners of my mouth pull up as i walk further into the kitchen . I walk pass him and to the fridge as i pour me some juice.

I look at his empty glass "you dont drink?"

He looks confused as he furrows his eyebrows. I gesture to the empty glass and his eyes light up "ah , no i don't, i prefer to be sober . Its way better than not being in control of your own body "

I nod along to his statement as i begin to sip on my juice. He stares intently at me and i flush under his gaze. Not being use to feeling the attention of a male .

"Are you russian?"

He nods " yes i am"

"So you're cold?"

He chuckles "excuse me tsvetok ?"

My ears perk up at the unfamiliar word "what did you just call me?"

He smirks as he leans against the counter "I'll tell you on one condition "

"O-okay...?"

"a kiss"

My eyes widen "w-what?"

He moves closer to me and i grip the glass in my hand "one kiss and I'll tell you tsvetok"