Chapter 14 A contract
Auren
I've recovered to an extent thanks to Asha's help. She stayed by my side, forcing me to take my medicines, and making me sleep.
Ugh, I'll make sure those fuckers pay for this distress they inflicted on me.
Asha sits at the dressing mirror doing some finishing touches to her face.
She suddenly swirls around on her chair, facing me, "Now we're living together, now what?"
I cock my brow, waiting for a clearer response.
She slumps her shoulders, exhaling heavily, "Because of this forced proximity of ours, we have to lay down rules for our living together, else things might go wrong. Neither of us would want that."
I pat my knees, "Spill."
"Okay," she stands up, padding towards the bed, "We should draw some kind of contract till you find a cure for this, our situation."
She plops on the edge of the bed, looking at my face intently.
I rest my head on the headrest, a wave of emotions crashing on my head as I finally realize the weight of this curse upon me.
"I suppose a contract will help us both," I sit up after cruel moments of thinking this over.
She nods, picking up the notepad and pen on my bedside table. After some seconds of lightly tapping her chin with the pen, she writes down on the pad.
I watch her knitted brows as she writes with concentration. For whatever reason, I find that adorable. She looks like some toddler who's learning how to write, hence it writes with its whole soul when it finally has a good attempt of whatever its doing.
"Mmh-mmh, that should be it," she looks up at me, her lips spreading into a small grin, "Here."
I take the pad from her, my eyes falling on her beautiful handwriting. Wow. It's so neat, straight, and pretty— just like—
"What do you think?" Her voice snaps me out of my reverie.
"Oh, right," I finally force my inner self to stop gushing over her handwriting, and focus on the rules instead.
"The bed is big enough for both of us, so there should be no crossing boundaries. The left side of the bed belongs to me, the right belongs to you," I read the first rule out.
"Hm, fair enough," I slightly tilt my head in approval, and continue reading.
"In as we're forced to be with each other all the time, there should be some distance between us. Don't invade my personal space all the time. It's annoying."
I snort at the last sentence, "You're the annoying one, why would you worry about me being annoying?" I arch a brow, lifting my eyes to look at her.
She draws her small lips into a cute pout, her wide heterochromic eyes— soft violet amethyst that deepens in low light, and emerald green with molten gold plaited around the pupil like sunlight caught in leaves.
Damn, she is unreal.
A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips, this little lady is adorable as heck.
"I'm not annoying; you're the annoying one. Now read those rules, and write yours down."
I roll my eyes, "Okay, okay."
I read through the other two simple rules. Don't touch my food. Don't try to be touchy, or else you'll regret it.
"Hm, not bad," I shrug my shoulders, "these are fine."
"Okay, now write yours down," she juts her chin towards the notepad.
"My rule is simple. As long as you don't cling to me, or disturb my missions, we're good."
She rubs her chin, "Sure. Not like I want to get involved in your missions anyway."
An irking tick tugs at my chest at those words, "Tsk, don't try to get all arrogant now."
She just shrugs her shoulders, and stretches herself to a lying position, "Then we're good."
She lies with her back to me, her deep auburn ginger falling around her shoulders in gorgeous waves.
My eyes trail down her back, landing on her perfectly shaped ass. Not to be rude, but that looks juicy as fuck. I could get a good squeeze out if it while extracting all the juice out of those small, soft pink lips...
"What the actual heck?" She flips on her side, her face a deep shade of crimson.
"What?" I lie on my side, my eyes locked on those ethereal heterochromic eyes.
She opens her mouth to say something, but presses her lips into a thin line, her pupils widening.
"You... I'm sure you're a pervert," she draws her lips into a pout again.
I almost laugh at her words. Whatever prompted that thought in her head is still unsure to me, but she's not wrong at all.
Instead, I smirk to annoy her further, "Why do you think so?"
She makes a face, "Because.. erm.. you look like one."
I furrow my brow, "That's strange. I haven't been with a woman long enough to call her a fuck buddy let alone a girlfriend, I'm not a pervert."
She grimaces— a sign she doesn't believe me.
"Oh please," she waves her hand in dismissal, "I don't believe you."
"Why not?"
"Because.. you.. you're so pretty. Which woman wouldn't want to fuck you or at least be your friend?" She narrows her eyes.
"I think that should be you," my smirk widens, since I can't blush at that compliment.
Her ears turn red hot, "That's not—"
"That's not what, Asha? Do you want to sleep with me?" I bat my lashes, another attempt to blow her neck off her head.
It works, because she explodes.
"You bastard!" She leaps at me, hitting my chest, "I'm not the pervert here!"
"You're the one invading my personal space now, who's supposed to be more pervert-y?" I grin at her flushed face.
She gasps for air, pulling away to catch her breath, but I grab her hand before she can fully pull away.
"You don't get to come near me, and attempt to just pull away, young lady," I pull her toward myself, and she lands on my torso, her face burying in my chest.
"You!"
"Keep blushing, I like it," I wrap a hand around her waist.
She raises her reddened face. It's so red I fear it'll explode right in front of me.
"You're breaking one of my rules!" She whines.
"You did that yourself when you lunged at me," I tuck a stray strand behind her ear.
A soft whimper escapes her lips as my fingers brush her ears.
Sensitive. Mmm.
"Oh I'm sorry," She attempts to pull away, but my grip tightens.
"Are you uncomfortable?" I ask her.
"Well," she looks away, "I.. I.."
Just then the door
bursts open, "Auren my love!"