Chapter 12

It was the same room he had fallen asleep in, the same bed on which he was gently stretching his neck after a deep sleep.

His eyes were lazily easing like curtains being gently pulled aside, his mind deliberately spotting the dark filling the room.

The scent of her skin immediately surged to his senses, as he took the first breath of his open eyes, his arms supporting him to sit up on the bed.

He sniffed more of her lingering scent and sought to have a glace of her when his eyes landed on the bed, just to find it empty.

She was sleeping right beside him, but now she was not there. And if she wasn't present, whose scent was corrupting his mind?

Moderate panic surged into his body, even though he remembered the first time the same situation took place. What if this time she had actually left him?

But it was her own apartment. She won't do such a thing, right?

While his mind continued talking nonsense to him, his body supported him.

He speedily got up from the bed, even though he was unable to, and sought to dash to the door, when abruptly a glimmer of light shone from the specific part of the ceiling, exposing just Triya and the shelf of her collection.

She was quietly standing before her collection in the middle of the eerie room, wearing a black short dress, her hair perfectly combed to one side of her shoulder. Not moving an inch.

—- Was she going somewhere?

Still, in his place, he felt this uneasy feeling corrupting his senses, her demeanor scaring him. He was trying to understand what was happening when she abruptly spoke in her gentle tone, breaking the black silence. "Beautiful."

The echo of the word flowed and reached his ear, jolting his skin. What was happening?

She kept standing before her collection, blankly staring at the shelf after her word while he waited for something else to happen.

When he could not wait any more, he decided to step closer, his feet already frozen from the cold ground.

As soon as he took the first step, he was instantly hauled back to his spot by an arm on his shoulder.

The blood in his veins was sucked dry at that moment, his eyes going wider than before. Someone else was there.

His breaths paced, but could not escape his mouth and remained in his chest. His neck which wished to turn around, could not move, his mind playing a game of fear with him.

Who was it? What was happening? Why is she doing this? Had he been caught in something dark?

With the courage of thousands of men, he finally turned his head and saw her gazing serenely at him.

His eyes could not go any wider, his heart could not beat any faster. He quickly looked ahead of him, just to make sure what was he seeing, and saw her still standing there.

The blood that had been sucked dry suddenly surged into his body, rushing his head as well as his senses. What was happening? She was in front of him. So how could she be behind him as well?

"Beautiful," she mumbled to him in a ghostly sound, her eyes admiring his features, while he just wished to escape.

Rattled, he once again turned his head and found Triya, now facing him. Her steps suddenly began stepping towards him, her eyes gazing at him from two sides.

He felt his heart sinking with each step coming close to him, his senses paralyzing and his mind going dizzy. "I have the most pretty collection." She halted and raised her arm, her hand exposing an extremely red apple, and with that, his eyes unbolted for the second time.

The breaths stuck in his throat escaped hastily as he sat up on the bed, sweating, huffing, and puffing as if he had run a mile.

He was seeing everything for the second time. But the room wasn't dark anymore. She wasn't standing before her collection and there weren't two of her anymore. She was calmly sleeping beside him.

Her face looked so serene, her body a relaxed scenery. Astounded by everything that took place, he sought to touch her and that is when the reality shook him up with realization. It was a dream. It was just a dream.

He took a deep breath of serenity, his eyes taking a long pause. His dry throat slowly returned to normal, his panicked body eventually calming down.

She neither knew that an unsettling dream had left him wide-eyed, nor she knew that the word beautiful was ringing in his head like a loud painful bell.

And how would she know when she will never be informed?

She woke up half an hour after him, just to find the bed empty, with no traces of him. The first thought in her head that occurred was - could he have gone home? But why would he go home when he had already given her his trust?

He's also not someone who'd leave without informing and that too after such an incident.

She stood up from the bed, mindlessly stretching her body, and wore his t-shirt thrown on the chair. His scent was packed in the fabric, calming her senses, and allowing her the comfort of his arms once again.

Tugging it close to her body, she drowsily walked into the living room, her eyes searching for him. Her eyes soon landed on him, cooking in the kitchen.

He was deep into his thoughts; she realized as he did not notice the sound of her feet, the sizzling sound of something accompanying his thoughts.

He looked absolutely gorgeous in just his boxers and an apron covering the bare minimum of his skin. She wasn't sure about his protection from the cold.

—-What was he thinking when he planned to cook like that?

A smile covered her face, her feet carefully stepping closer to him as her eyes kept piercing through his head, his senses still unaware of her presence.

She was now standing right behind him, an inch away from and he still did not detect anything.

Swiftly, she grasped his body from behind, her hands slowly advancing to his chest. She did not realize that she had shaken him to his core, the sense of satisfaction taking over her.

He was left frozen in his place, his mind taking a long pause before she said. "You look so beautiful." Her lips lazily found the nap of his neck, and planted a gentle kiss on his supple skin, prompting his eyes to shut down even when that word was wrenching his soul.

He felt her hands caressing his chest from above the apron, squeezing them along with the fabric. The fabric rubbed his nipples ever so gently yet powerfully, allowing him sensual pleasure.

A soft whimper escaped his mouth, the pleasure pushing his head to fall upon his shoulder, prompting his grip on the spoon to loosen up.

"What are you cooking?" She continued, rubbing his nipple with the fabric, her eyes observing his flushing face, noticing every changing expression.

"Soup. It's cold, so." He stuttered, the scent of her skin once again reminding him of the dream. The eerie noise, the darkness that the room contained, or the eyes she looked at him with. It had taken its dark form in his mind, yet the pleasure soothed him.

"Why aren't you wearing anything warm, then?" She questioned as she completely halted his hands and turned him around, prompting his eyes to land on hers.

"I didn't realize. I'm sorry." His tone wasn't as charming as it had always been. He had always been a mild talker, but the tone he was using was utterly different.

He sounded tired, or something she could not put her finger on. "Are you okay?" She asked, not being able to answer her own suspicion, and grasped his face in her palms.

"Yes. I'm just tired." His eyes were saying something else. They fluttered, a clear sign of lying, but she could not read it. She just accepted his answer and softly pressed her lips on his, numbing him even more.

"I'll take the painting tomorrow evening." He spoke after the mild kiss, bashful as ever, to which her lips curled up even more.

"So, you're coming back here, and that too tomorrow?" He could not understand what she meant, and that appeared crystal on his face as he tilted his head, confused, raising his eyebrows.

"Are you trying to seduce me or something?" Suddenly she began pushing him against the kitchen counter, his hands rushing to clutch it behind him.

"I - I was j-just talking about the painting." He spoke, still unaware of her words. It was as if he understood the wrong meaning of her words.

"God! You're so beautiful!" She exclaimed, sinking her face into his neck. Her hands advanced to reach the back of the apron, slowly untying them while he stood, dazed from an hour ago.

His breaths once again passed, his heart beating louder like a drum inside his chest. She noticed the race inside his nerves and pulled back, aware of the scene in between them an hour ago.

"Maybe I should stop." She pulled herself back and planted a peck on his lips, spanking his ass mildly.

END OF THE CHAPTER

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