Gentle (2)

She was light like a feather. So much that Neven didn't even sweat while carrying her to his room. He leaned her on the mattress, careful.

«Stay here, I'll bring you some water,» he said before pecking her forehead.

She was so inebriated by the wine that she didn't even blink as if she was used to being treated like that.

«Do not move, okay?»

She nodded, looking up at him with something as similar to trust as to hurt. She was vulnerable, like that, and he hoped she wouldn't be so trusting towards anyone else.

But, since he was safe for her, he relaxed and walked away to fetch some water.

When he returned, she was sitting on the bed, waiting for him while clenching his coat. She hadn't taken it off and was sniffing his scent.

«Here,» he said, offering a glass of water. He left the bottle for later, for he knew she would drink more, and sat next to her.

She gave him the glass, and he left it next to the bottle.