A Thief's Kiss

42| First

Chapter 42: First (Alexander's POV)

It was now the next morning. 

Aria fell asleep on the way back last night. She seemed really shaken up and I was afraid of what would happen, how she would react, and what she would tell me when I woke her up. So I didn't. I carried her back into the palace and then made sure she was asleep. I got lucky that she was in a deep slumber, otherwise, we all know she's a light sleeper. She didn't put on any makeup for the night, her hair was also down, so all I had to do was change her. 

I struggled a little, but I did take off her dress and replace it with one of my shirts. After putting the shirt on for her, I took her bra off from underneath so she would be as comfortable as possible. Then I changed myself and then I fell asleep too. 

When I woke up the next morning, she was still fast asleep. I stared at her for a minute, brushing away the hair that fell over her face. 

What the hell happened last night? 

I pressed a kiss to her forehead before getting out of bed. I went into the bathroom, freshened up, and showered. After showering, I wrapped the towel around my waist and came out to grab my clothes. 

She was awake by then and appeared disoriented, to say the least. She blinked up at me. "What happened?" 

"You fell asleep in the car on our way back." 

"And who changed me?" she asked. 

"Me, of course," I answered, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

She sighed, rubbing her eyes. 

"Are you all right, Aria? What happened last night?" 

She peered at me through her fingers and then slowly shook her head. 

"Aria?" 

"I..." She took a deep breath. "I ran into Adrian." 

I straightened up, holding onto her hand tighter. "What did he do to you?" 

"Nothing," she whispered. 

"You would not have panicked if he did nothing. Aria, tell me. What did he do?" 

She let out a low whimper, falling back into bed. She slipped under the covers, hiding her face. I yanked the covers off and found her curled up in a little ball. She clearly is not thinking about the fact that she is only in my shirt and her underwear. Which means when she curls up like that, the shirt rides up and I see her... 

I bit back a smile and snapped the waistband of her underwear. 

"Ai!" she exclaimed, sitting upright. She looked at herself, her eyes widening. "You didn't give me any pants?!" she exclaimed, kneeling and hitting me with a pillow. 

"Oi, hey!" I laughed, catching the pillow. "How do I put pants on you when you're lying down?" I asked, grabbing the shirt and pulling her forward. 

"But..." she trailed off, whining as she crawled on her knees and came closer to me. 

"Now, my dear wife," I sighed, pushing out her legs from under her so she sat beside me. "Will you tell me what the hell happened to you last night?" 

She exhaled, putting her head down on my shoulder. "Can I please tell you later?" She looked up at me. "I don't know how to tell you." 

"Why? If he did something to you, you should tell me right now. I'll hire a hitman, I swear," I said through gritted teeth. 

She chuckled, hugging my arm and putting her head back down on my shoulder. "We don't need a hitman. I think you'll be enough. Not that I want you to do anything horrible to anybody, Alex."