Chapter 17: Breakfast in bed?

ELENA'S POV

The knock came again on the door, this time louder.

I didn't move.

A loud rap on the door again.

I didn't steer.

“Elena!” The voice on the other end yelled.

I flinched and slowly got out of bed, wondering if I could jump out the window but considering that we were on the second floor, that would be suicide

“Elena…I know you're in there. Please.” His voice softened.

“Fuck this…” I whispered before opening the door.

My heart caught in my throat as I caught sight of him in his morning glory. He was wearing a simply white t-shirt that seemed to expand around his muscles and his grey sweatpants hung loosely around his hips. My lips slightly parted and I looked up at him, noticing how his hair was still messy but he still managed to look good.

Just one sight of him and I almost forgot that I was still mad at him

“Elena?” His deep morning voice rumbled and my knees went weak.

He knew what he was doing.

“What do you want?” I asked, trying to keep up a bored expression and ignore the fact that my hair was looking like a bird nest and I didn't look nearly as good as him when he just got out of bed.

He must have prayed to the right gods because wow.

“Just leave the door open, will you? I'll be right back” he said, pushing himself off my doorframe while his blue ocean eyes stared at me with a softness that I didn't want to associate with the man I now knew him to be.

“What are you planning to do?” I asked before he could rush away.

He simply raised a hand and rushed down the stairs, his grace mesmerizing as he bounded down three steps at a time.

I sighed and closed my door regardless but not locking it before going to sit back down on the bed.

After a while, there was a knock on the door and I sighed.

“It's open” I called out.

The door knob turned and the door opened to show him holding up a tray of pancakes covered in maple syrup with a glass of orange juice beside it.

“Can I come in?” His voice was soft.

I bit my lower lip and tried to focus on reality and not the fact that he brought me breakfast in bed.

“Would it stop you if I said no?” I asked with a sneering tone.

“Yes,” he simply whispered, still staring at me.

My heart caught in my throat again and I looked at him annoyed.

“Come in”

He nodded and walked in, dropping the tray of food on my bedside table and sitting on the chair beside the table, his arms crossed as he stared at me.

“So you didn't come down for dinner yesterday” he noted.

“Neither did you” I pointed out.

“I was trying to give you space to eat in peace and freely but you never came down for dinner. Guess we didn't both want to see each other last night” he said with a slight smile that made his eyes twinkle.

I rolled my eyes. “Why? Because you're irritated that I couldn't stomach the thought of you killing someone who begged you to spare them?”

He dragged his chair closer to my bed, the sound of it scraping the floor making me wince.

“No, because I was scared I would see the fear in your eyes” he muttered, his hand reaching out to tuck my hair behind my ear.

He waited, looking at me for the green light, his hand still hovering in the air.

I wanted to say yes, to let him touch me but those hands…those hands had taken a lot of lives.

He noticed the look of distress on my face and he dropped his hand back down, his eyes dimming slightly.

I looked down at the plate of food and took it before eating, well aware that he was watching me.

“Did you make this?”, I asked, loving how it tasted.

He slowly ran his tongue over his teeth while thinking about something and nodded absentmindedly.

I cleared my throat and looked back down at the stack of pancakes.

“So did you just come here to give me food?”

“Uh.. look I'm sorry about yesterday that you had to witness a gruesome scene like that without warning but I can't help these things. It's the morals I grew up with” he suddenly said, his gaze fixed on me as always.

I took a sip of the juice while wondering. What exactly has this man been through?

He sighed and stared at me silently while I tried to finish my food without choking on it.

But how could I concentrate when he was so close that I could practically feel his breath hot on my face as he looked at me with those mesmerizing eyes?

“Why do you keep staring at me?” I finally asked, unable to keep my curiosity to myself.

“Because you're the only thing in my world that makes sense” He whispered.

How did he manage to come up with such witty responses and always, it always made my goddamn heart flutter at how sincere he sounded. Which meant he was either a good liar or…he was a great liar. I wasn't thinking of any other option.

He smirked and stood up stretching his hands out around him

“I'm serious, Elena. Let's make peace today. Let me teach you things” he said, looking down at me.

I looked up at him as I swallowed the last bit of food.

“Meaning?”

“Get dressed in an hour” he paused and then smiled. “Please” he added and my heart fluttered for the umpteenth time.

“What? Where are we going again?” I asked.

He smiled brightly and ran a hand through his hair.

The mother fucker had dimples. Freaking dimples! How did anyone get this lucky?!

“Today, I want to introduce you properly to my world. I want you to see the real me and I want you to understand it. I want your trust so I'm going to be giving you a proper tour”, He said, still smiling. “If you let me”

This man would be the death of me.