𝐹𝒪𝑅𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅 𝑀𝐼𝒩𝐸

18 | Nate

Anastasia's POV: (This is the day after she got drunk and Kol and Claudia fucked)

I was sleeping in his arms watching his settle feature. He looked so peaceful as he breathed in the cool breeze that came from the open window.

My hands cupped his face, and his arms were around my waist. I move the hair out of his face letting myself see the little freckles on his face.

I'd never noticed those.

Elijah fell asleep and we put him in the guest bedroom. We watched Cinderella of course. We spent the whole day in Bruce's bed. I can't remember the last time I spent the day at my own house.

Bruce was tried because he had to take care of my head ache. I was wide awake.

I was ready to go downstairs and get some more drinks but I knew it wasn't gonna do much good and Bruce was gonna spend the rest of tomorrow having to fix my headache.

I manage to get out of his hold and walk to the bedroom balcony.

The New York view is stunning. The lights on every building showing off how beautiful each one of the architecture looks.

The breeze hits my open legs causing a shiver to run through my body. I was still wearing Bruce's button up white shirt. It smelt just like him, having his musky cologne invade my senses.

It was so intoxicating.

He was intoxicating.

I let the fresh air clear my thought until I felt a pair of hard and muscular arms wrap around me.

I flinch getting caught off guard.

"Why are you awake?" His sleepy voice made me want to jump his bones. His lips kissed the skin on my neck resting his head on my shoulder.

"Couldn't sleep." I run a hand through his hair, making him give another kiss on my neck. We relax into each other's touches sharing the warmth, which radiated off each other.

"Can we go back to the bed?" He said with pleading eyes.

"I want to stay here for a bit, don't worry go to bed. I'll be there soon." I kissed his lips then his cheek dismissing him. He walks off to the bedroom leaving me outside to take in the view.

I don't why I feel this way. I'm keep getting an odd feeling, that somethings about to happen. And if I go to bed, I'll miss it.

I'm tired but not at the same time. This feeling is scary making me uncomfortable in my own body.

I try ridding the feelings but nothing seem to help. It was getting to the point only a drink could.

I walk back inside without making a sound, trying not to walk Bruce up. He was laying on his stomach and had his arm over on my side.

I walk outside the room, and shut the door behind me. I walk downstairs, not making the sound of my footsteps echo through the empty penthouse.

I grab the bottle I saw in the kitchen and just drank straight from the bottle. The feeling doesn't seem to surpass me as the time goes by.

If anything it only intensifies, making a creepy feeling take over my chest.

I take deep breaths calming myself and continue to drink the strong beverage in the glass bottle. It wasn't full so I easily finished it.

I was drunk nonetheless, even after I told myself I wasn't gonna be crazy. But at least it stopped the weird feeling which took over my entire body.

I didn't have the energy to walk all the way up the stairs, so I just laid myself on the comfortable sofa and relaxed into the soft material.

My eyes became heavy, and the sleep overtook me.