Chapter 85 - 83

…I wish I could be one of those people who, after a night of drinking, would start a new day anew, no strings attached, and no recollection of that happened the night before, all to be forgotten with the buzz of the alcohol.

But no, that is not my case, for I remember, I remember it all, every single small detail.

So even before my eyes open up, still with the veil of darkness under my own eyelids, all of… that plays in my mind once more, on how I spoke of things I did not want to, my loosen mouth blabbering my thoughts out loud, and how, instead of slashing out or pushing me away, he instead embraced me, embraced all my flaws.

My monster is what he said. His.

That makes me fuzzy inside.

So, acting on the spot, I pull him towards me, somewhat even more possessive of this not as cold human.

Who would think that things would turn out the way they did?

I swallow dry just thinking about it, his drenched figure, with his clothes barely covering his body making him look even more enticing, the water drop tracing his neck and abs, and I simply had to have a taste, so much waiting already, how could I pass such opportunity? 

I was not the type to be embarrassed by my lack of knowledge nor nudity, but I have to say that figuring him out is quite delightful, even though part of me wished to know these things beforehand so I could pull him under harder.

It makes me incredibly happy every time he flinches under my caress, and making his body tense, making his heart race, making his skin coated in sweat, is a pleasure on its own, especially when I lick that chest of his and loosen that voice of his.

And yet nothing compares to his taste, his skin, his blood, his cum, everything on his is to be appreciated, sipped, enjoyed like old wine, and even if sometimes I lose myself on his smell and taste, I agree with him.

Taking it slow, indeed… it is the best way to taste him fully, until the very last drop.

And yet as I'm still high on his taste, filling my own with his essence, he goes and does something unpredictable, and actually starts pushing himself over me.

I cannot say that I've ever felt so out of it, and I'm a beast of all things! And yet I've never had such weak spot touched on my other form, or rather not a weak spot at all, and even after changing to this one I did not pay attention to such trivial things, but now he had all my attention as he brushed and teased with expertise.

And he knew his way around for sure… for he only hit the right spots, not only with his hands but with his tongue, making me soak on his being, making me drunk on his taste, filling my lungs with his smell.

I don't remember much after that, only that, on the next day, it all came back in a rushing hot sensation that makes me think that I'm still there, at the bathtub, with him, hot and wet for more.

"…Keep that up and I'll have to help you out once more."

I'm jolted awake from these thoughts when I hear his rough morning voice sound very, very close to me.

When I open my eyes all I can see is an icy blue, and it takes me a few moments to make heads and tails of what I'm seeing, until the blue gets two dark spots in the middle.

I blink the sleep away as he stares at me, so close up that I can feel his warm breathing brush my face, and once I look around I realize that we are actually in bed, covered by sheets.

Sleeping together… and still naked for what I can tell.

"Good morning." He says after watching me be lost for a few moments, and blinking back at him I frown as I say:

"Morning." I answer, still at lost with all of this… intimacy. 

I don't know what I expected… but I'm surely surprised with the outcome.

There is something oddly personal about this, and I'm not even counting the fact that we fooled around and ended up naked in bed only to wake up together, no…

But the fact that the pains in my heart just spilled out like beans and, even after I open up to him, even if, now, I'm somewhat ashamed of not only thinking in such way but acting out like I did, even if I display such wounded figure, still he did not act out.

Still he did not abuse it and tried to stab a bigger wound in my open up heart, and actually…helped out.

Only then, when he had nothing to gain and yet acted out, that I could tell that he cared, that he cared for me.

And that I could tell just how much I still did not know him… because the cold man I thought of him as at first would not do such a thing.

What a surprise… such cold façade holds such a hot man inside…

The awkward situation we are in does not last long however, for the next moment the black metal thing he carries around shines bright,  vibrating over the furniture it is at and playing a ringing sound.

Only then I can feel his gaze drift away, which lifts the tension off from me even though I did not even notice it form.

"…Yes ." I hear him say, back to his monotone voice. Since when had he changed the way he spoke with me as to sound so different from the way he is treating the stranger on the other side? And what's that supposed to mean?

And of course, even though the voice on the metal thing sounded low, I could still hear their conversation clearly with my sharp senses.

What I hear, however, gives me a mix of curiosity and trouble, as for once I had a deeper glimpse into the Captain's background, and for other because something sounded out of place, calling out a memory that did not come willingly, but still bothered me nonetheless.

For the other side simply says:

"Asher, your brother Nichola is missing for two days now, have you see him?"

"…No." Asher simply answers as the other person, a woman it seems by the voice, continues:

"Well, I'm sure is nothing, he is always one to forget about the time and spend too much time fooling around, that fool, but if you see him tell him to call me otherwise I'll be cutting his allowance alright?"

As they talk my mind is focusing on caching that bit of memory that has being sprout up back to life, and once I match the dots my eyes widen.

Nichola, Nick, the guy I killed didn't have the same name, did he now?

That cannot be… right?