ME AND HIM ✔️

Pt.44

Nadine's POV

AFTER IM DONE CLEANING Rue up, I grab some boxers from my drawer and then some sweatpants. My body aches from all that walking plus the cold. I need to relax my muscles and get some heat going.

I slide the glass door to the shower, and twist the handle to the hot side. I have to wait for it to warm up a bit.

My reflection in the mirror looking back at me, is terrifying. Bruises around my eye, cuts on my lip. I look down at my forearm, the scars of my father, the ones he made to show that I can't be weak.

When I was 15, my dad started making marks on my arm with his knife. The number of how many people I've killed. The first person I ever killed was a traitor. He said that this is how I learn. It's the only way. And I believed him.

He taught me to keep it going, don't leave it unfinished. Just a tiny stab, and that's all it needs to bleed. I scarred my skin the night I avenged Rue. It's still healing, but it will be finished in a few days.

The warm water hitting my skin soothes a bit of my pain. The water burns my back, but it distracts me from the cuts in my face.
I run my face under the water and watch all the blood poor down. It's dried up blood, but still.

I brush my teeth, wash my hair, and then just let the water soak me.

As I'm washing my body, the sliding, glass, shower door, opens. The cold hair hits me, and it feels good. There, at the opening of the shower, stands Rue. Her clothes are discarded and she's left alone.

I can't help but stare. Her slim petite body. Her small waist, perfectly round breasts that stand up on their own. I'm not one who's picky with his women, I don't care the shape, size, color, or smell- ok, maybe I'm a little iffy on the smell, but still, you get the point.

Rue is everything and more that I need. I don't deserve her, but it doesn't mean I don't want her.

Her lip is pulled between her teeth, her eyes trail down my body, a soft blush forms on her cheeks as she stands there. Her lips part as if she's about to say something, "I... I didn't want to be alone." She manages to get out. Her left arm crosses over her breasts, holding onto her right arm. She rubs her arm awkwardly, waiting for my answer.

I'm too stunned to answer. I feel my cheeks heat up, and my heart rate fasten. All I do is nod my head. Rue hesitantly steps inside, not losing eye contact with me. The water begins to run through her hair and down her body.

Fuck.

"I'm sorry." I whisper. Rue's eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"What are you sorry for?" She asks. I notice that she stands a little closer to me now. Her hair is darker now that it's wet. And her cheeks are very rosy due to the heat of the shower.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this whole fucking mess." I say frustrated. I look away from her for a split second, but her hand softly touches my chin and turns me back to her.

"It was gonna happen either way. Sooner or later, something tragic was gonna happen." She says, "I didn't choose this life, and neither did you. It's not something we can control. It's only something we can get used to." She finishes. She sucks in a deep breath after finishing her words.