Chapter 70 070
Alexander's POV
If there was one thing I would ever thank the Moon goddess for, it'll be for leading this ethereal little woman to me.
I've had so many first times with her that I'd stopped counting.
First time kissing a woman, first time going down on a woman. First time feeling guilty for making a woman cry. First time apologizing for doing something wrong. First time watching a woman eat and finding it downright cute. Everything happened with her. And I would never have wished for it to happen in any other way or with any other person.
"Is something on my face?" She asked silently, her hand halting halfway with a piece of half-eaten cookie.
"Just your pretty eyes, the slender line that curved to form your nose, and your tempting lips" I muttered and she nearly choked on her saliva but I was there to quickly hand her the cup of water from the tray.
She clearly avoided my gaze after recovering from that episode and it took all my willpower to keep my laughter at bay. I watched her push the last piece of cookie in her mouth and I couldn't help but picture those pretty lips perfectly wrapped around my cock.
'You could get sued for internal sexual harassment, you manwhore' Rage drawled and I almost scoffed out loud in disbelief.
"That makes you and me, you motherfucking beast" I retorted and he simply laughed before recoiling into his silent depths, waiting for another best time to screw me over with his sharp mouth.
She gulped down the cup of smoothie in one go and when she was done, I realized she'd smeared her lips unknowingly.
It took a whole lot of self control to stop myself from kissing it off her lips because If I kiss right now, I wouldn't be able to stop there. Not when I knew just how bare she was beneath the shirt that hung loose around her body. I would take her again and it wouldn't be gentle. I'd end up hurting her. So I simply wiped it off her lips with my thumb, before bringing it to my own mouth.
A cough escaped her lips as soon as I licked off the smear from my thumb and you can call me selfish but that made me feel a little better. That I wasn't the only one at the affected side.
Without saying another word, I lifted the small table from the bed and placed it on the larger desk across the room.
"Thanks for the delicious breakfast" she muttered when I returned to my initial position on the bed.
"I'm glad you liked it" I muttered in response.
"Where did you learn how to bake? And cook?" She asked, her wide eyes reflecting her curiosity.
"My mom. She was a good cook and she thought it'd be a waste if no one learned to cook as well as she could. So she taught me." I explained and she smiled. One of those numerous charming smiles that always left my chest feeling tight in a weird way.
"Aren't you such a good learner? She must have been so proud of you. I haven't tasted any cookies this delicious before, just so you know" she muttered through the smile and I tried not to be a killjoy by ruining her smile just because I had a problem mentioning my mom but I keep doing it around her.
"I doubt that" I muttered before I could stop myself.
"Of course she is. You know what will make her even more proud regardless of what you might have done to make you think otherwise?" She whispered and I gave her a questioning look.
"What would that be?" I asked.
"Not keeping her memories buried and mentioning her even when it seems really hard" she added and I blinked, wondering if she was just saying that to make me feel better or if she meant it.
"You think so?" I asked and she nodded quickly.
"You don't have the slightest idea what women like. I do, because I'm one. And if a child of mine kept his memories of me hidden due to guilt even after I died, I wouldn't particularly love that." She muttered and for some reason, that made me feel better, lighter than I've ever been in years.
"I can't believe I personally gave you a free week only to end up stealing you away from your break. But it's worth it and I don't regret it even if it wasn't my decision" I told her and she squinted her brows.
"Tell me about it. I was having the best day of my life, thinking the goddess was beginning to look upon me with miracles only to find out a whole person sacrificed his safety for me" she blurted at once, her slicing glare sending chills through my veins.
"Why would you do that?" She asked, her tone softer now, and her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Do you think I was going to smile at you and thank you for giving out your life just for a snowfall?" She asked and damn, the question hit a nerve that I didn't know existed somewhere within me.
"But you did smile. You were happy and it was enough for me" I told her, hoping to make things better. But the words were doing the exact opposite of what I imagined.
"And I truly regretted that, okay? I was completely oblivious and happy while you were dying, Alexander. Do you think I could ever live without hating myself forever if things had gone south?" She asked, the big fat tears falling from her eyes at that point.
"Fuck, I'm sorry, Dani. Please don't cry. I hate to see you cry" I muttered, wiping the tears off her face but the dam wasn't stopping anytime soon and I was utterly clueless on how to console a crying woman. Especially when I'm the reason why she's crying this much.
"Then you should never have tried to summon the Moon goddess because of me. The snow wasn't meant to appear anytime soon, anyway. I already accepted that a long time ago!" She yelled, and I almost went crazy on the spot.
'I wish you success on this impossible feat of making her stop, buddy' Rage mocked but I simply ignored him. I'll be back for him later.
But for now, first things first.
I had no idea what to do so I did what I thought might work. I hugged her.
I recalled seeing a drama where a woman stopped crying after getting a hug from someone who hurt her unintentionally. I'd seen it with my mom and she called it 'the soothing hug'.
'But then again, the soothing hug doesn't always work. But it doesn't hurt to try it out when you're in a bind' she'd told me then and for the first time ever, I was grateful for having a good memory.
"I'm sorry, little mate. I shouldn't have done that. But I don't regret ever doing it..." My words were interrupted by her small fist hitting my forearm.
"You're not even sorry" she sobbed, hitting me again and again.
"But I'm sorry for making you cry. I really am" I pleaded, hugging her tight as the sobs raked through her body uncontrollably.
And then it hit me. She was crying this much for one thing. And it was the fact that the thought of losing me because of her simple wish had scared the fuck out of her.
No one has ever cried over the thought of losing me. No one has ever shed real tears because they were scared that I would die. She was the first one to ever do that.
And that was when I told myself... Even if I had to bring down the entire fucking universe to make her happy, or to protect her, I would gladly do it. Whether or not she likes it.