Chapter 5 - The first night (1/2)
The showerhead dripped, the sound echoed in the small room. I watched the water spiraled down the drain. I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against the cold tile. What was I doing? I needed to sit down with them and talk. I closed my eyes and exhaled desperately trying to slow down my pounding heart.
”Liliane?” a light knock on my door made me jumped. I quickly pushed away from the wall and reached for a towel to wrap around my body.
”Yes? What's the matter?” I called. Extending my hand grabbed another towel to dry my wet hair.
”I was only checking if you were ok,” I rolled my eyes at Grant's comment. What the hell, really? Was he worried I've slipped in the shower and died or something? This little house invasion really needed some rules.
”I'll be right there. We need some serious talk,” I muttered partly to myself. I walked to my drawer and got my underwear on.
”Ok, Liliane I'll get Demos,” I looked up in a panic. What? I hopped into my bear patterned pajamas and awkwardly went through the pile of clothes still resting on my bed. Without my glasses on it made everything look hazy.
”Can we come in?” I grabbed the first thing that touched my hand and yanked it over my head. I struggled to get it on.
”Liliane?” called Grant again growing impatient. I jumped around to force it on.
”Wait!” I shouted out of breath. My big toe bumped into the bed making me scream in pain. The door flung open and two pairs of concerned eyes lay on me half stuck with my hot pink shirt with my belly exposed.
”What…?” started Demos staring at me in genuine surprise. Then Grant burst out laughing.
”What happened here?” he said between laughter.
”Shut up! I'm stuck and knocked my toe in that stupid bed,” I glared at them between the tangled locks of my hair. Demos took rapid steps towards me as the stupid elf laughed his ass off. He reached his hand to get my hair out of the way.
”Wait! I… I don't…” I protested yet he was already pushing my hair away. He paused.
”What?” he said with an annoyed face. ”Don't want my help?” his eyes stared right into mine. The blurry image of his golden eyes looked like abstract art. I swallowed, trying to calm down my crazy heart. He was unreasonably close; all I wanted was to get away. His hand lightly brushed against my exposed belly. I shivered from the contact then quickly averted my eyes. When he was done, he turned and left without a word. He stood next to Grant by the door. Grant grinned at me. I pulled on my shirt, feeling terribly self-conscious.
”Mm… you wanted to talk to us?” Grant cleared this throat. My head rose in their direction. I took a couple of seconds to gather my chaotic thoughts.
”Yes… we need house rules. Cause it looks like Sognare is going to make this hard for me,” I instinctively placed both of my hands over my head and sighed. I marched to my nightstand to retrieve my glasses and put them on before turning to them.
”Sit!” I ordered. I sunk in my bed, pushing the clothes a little to get enough space. Grant came to join me on the edge without protest. Demos remained by the door, frowning. I exhaled with exasperation. Right, that guy hated orders. I forgot he didn't like to be treated like a dog. The freaking alpha thing.
”Please, I need to talk,” I said without making eye contact. He crossed his arms over his chest.
”Your bed can't support my weight,” I stared at him not getting it. He pressed his lips into a hard line.
”What?” I gestured at him. Grant came closer and covered his mouth as if sharing a secret.
”He will literally break the bed if he sits on it,” I snapped my face in his direction. You're kidding me, right? I thought. Grant just nodded with dismay as if reading my mind.
”Ok, whatever. Just sit anywhere you want. You, looking down on me is giving me anxieties,” I waved at him. With a sigh, Demos came to sit with him back against the bed facing away from me. My feet, inches from him. I could feel the heat radiating from him.
”Mm… well. How do I start?” I pulled my legs up and hugged them. ”House rules no1. Don't just barge into my room. Have some decent guys like really… and keep your hands to yourselves,” I gave a quick peek at Demos. The top of the head had a swirl where the hair started, then making a circular pattern. Do natural hair do that? It was too perfect to look real. I averted my eyes, fearing to get lost in contemplation.
”Rules no. 2… ok wait. I should be asking about the thing you do…” my mind was going in circles. Grant reached and rubbed my back. I closed my eyes, massaging the wrinkles forming between my eyebrows.
”What did I just say about keeping your hands to yourself?” he flashed a big wide smile at me without taking his hand back. When I open mouth to protest Demos looked up, his eyes locked on Grant. They were icy blue. Grant lifted both his arms up in surrender.
”Ok! Ok! No need to be territorial! Damn, why so serious?” my eyes darted between my two mates. What was with the blue eyes thing? I just shoved it away from now.