Innocent ✔️

Eighteen

I smiled down at him for the fourth time just this morning just because I remembered the kiss. I can't stop thinking about it. He was in the same position, laying on my chest in a deep sleep. He looked so peaceful like nothing could ever break him. I pushed off the messy hair that hided his forehead and caressed it, feeling how soft it was, how sweaty it was.

"Stop observing me, Anastasia." He groaned, scaring me, causing my gasping and my eyes immediately looked away.

"Sorry." I murmured.

He half opened his eyes, looking up at me before saying "you still apologize too much I see."

"I still believe it's an act of respect." I said.

"Touché." He laughed, vibrating my chest with his laughter movements.

The silence surrounded us again when I didn't want it to but I couldn't think of anything to say. I don't know if he remembers but apparently he does. He looked like he knows everything but how? How could he be that drunk that couldn't even walk a few hours ago when now he is awake and remembers everything?

"You know," he broke the silence by bringing my attention down at him still laying on my chest. "It's the first time I feel like I really fell asleep in a really long while."

"You usually don't sleep?" I asked.

"I can not fall asleep." He pointed out.

"You did today." I smiled, earring his too.

"Yeah and you actually did listen to my words for once!" He smirked.

"What?" I confusedly asked.

"I asked you to stay, you did I see." He teased.

"How do you remember everything? You could barely walk yesterday!" I couldn't hold myself anymore. I needed to ask.

"Still curious?" He smirked.

"You can't get ride of bad habits, I guess." I played along.

"You got a point here." He said.

"You still didn't answer my question."

"You could just say I got use to it by now. You know, getting drunk everyday." He said, looking away from me.

"Why do you drink so much?" I asked.

"To forget."

"What?"

"Everything I remember. Guess, it's not working."

"Drungs are not the only solution to forget. There is so many other things." I said only thinking about what he was wanting to forget. What bothered him so much?

He looked back to me, smiled and said "you are right, it's not."

I smiled back, looking straight in his eyes. Their were beautiful. For the first time in my life, I didn't feel intimidated or uncomfortable being so close to someone I don't know.

I said that so many times but do I really mean it? Yet, I seem like I know him perfectly enough. I always say I don't know him but I know things about him enough to say at least that I know him.

"You have beautiful eyes, Ana."

I widen my eyes. This is the first time someone calls me Ana except my mother and brother. No one else ever did. Not to mention how he complimented my eyes. What is he trying to do to me?

You too, I wanted to say but I didn't. I was too shy to explain how much I liked his eyes. It was my weakness whenever I look straight at them. I looked straight at them before the twice time we kissed and we could just say they were the reason I drown in them and let him get control over me and kiss me.