Hidden Pasts | 18+|

09

Anastasia's POV:

The sunlight streamed through the window onto my tired face as my eyes began to open slowly. Whilst reminiscing the events that happened last night, in between my legs throbbed.

"Ugh." I groaned as I sat up, looking around for my man. His side of the bed was unmade and still warm, he couldn't have gone far.

"Sebastian?" I yelled, hoping for a call back in return. Silence. I flipped my legs over and attempted to get out and go downstairs to find him.

"Argh Jesus!" I fell onto my knees hopelessly, as pain shot through the lower half of my body. A tear slid down my cheek as I grabbed my lower abdomen in agony.

"Bold of you to assume you would be able to walk, sweetheart." I turned around to find the owner of the voice. It was Sebastian.

"Where were y-"

"No time for questions, baby. Let's get you cleaned up." He said sweetly.

He came over to picked me up bridal style and I wrapped my arms around his neck, taking in his signature scent.

"I'm sorry, princess. I shouldn't have gone so rough. I had no clue it was your first time" he whispered, his voice cracking.

"No, I should've told you. I was embarrassed, I guess no one ever wanted to have sex with me" I replied, feeling vulnerable.

"Don't ever think that Anastasia, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, don't let anyone tell you otherwise" he reassured, placing a soft kiss to my forehead as he placed me on the bathroom countertop. The marble was cold against my hot skin and I tensed at the feeling.

"Lift up your arms angel"

My arms were up as he slid the shirt off me, looking away even though he's already seen me naked before.

My feet gently made their way to the floor as he pulled my pants and underwear down my hips, until they were in a pile on the floor.

He walked over to the shower, turning on the water and adjusting the temperature.

He grabbed my hand and guided me towards the door and I sighed once I felt the hot water hit my skin.

"Can I please join you?" He whispered hesitantly.

"Yes" I nodded.

We both walked under the spray of the shower as he smiled at me, eyes sparkling. I couldn't help but blush. His gentle and respectful movements made me feel reassured.

"Turn around, love." His calloused hands made their way to my waist, spinning me around to face the shower wall. I felt him putting the soap onto my back carefully, rubbing it all over my fragile body.

"Baby?" He said calmly. I spun around to meet his eyes, staring back into mine so lovingly.

"Yes?"

"If you're in too much pain, let me know. I don't want you to stand here for too long if it causes you any discomfort."

I giggled. He looked at me mischievously.

"What's the matter darling?" He asked curiously.

"Uhm, well. Can I wash your hair? Please?" I laughed. His hair was getting all wet, and I only wanted to return the favour and care.

Sebastian's POV:

I couldn't believe she didn't think she was beautiful. Since the moment I met her, I knew she would've be the one that would warm my cold heart. Her sweet eyes that can read mine like a book, her cute smile that forms dimples on her cheeks, her luscious long hair that reaches down her waist. Just everything about her makes me want to be a better man despite my past that needs to remain hidden.

When she asked if she could wash my hair, I was confused because no one was ever offered to do that for me. Girls in the past have only ever used me for sex or money. I wanted a connection. I needed a connection. Anastasia and I had one, one so strong we couldn't refuse it any longer.

Hesitantly I nodded in response and her face lit up. She stood on her toes as she only reached up to my chest, but she still couldn't reach my head. I lowered myself to my knees and looked her in her gorgeous blue eyes.

She grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured some on her small hands, lathering it before massaging it into my dark brown hair, making me sigh in pleasure. She was being so adorable and I was falling for her. Hard.

Once the conditioner was added, I stood back up to my full length and walked under the spray of the waterfall shower head, allowing the soap to slide off my body and into the drain.

We were both clean and I turned off the tap, turning around to face my girl. She looked like she was in a lot of pain. Pain that I inflicted.

I pulled a towel around myself and picked her up, wrapping her in one as well.

My arms wrapped around her as her legs clasped around my waist. We were still both soaking wet but I just wanted her in my arms again.

I carried her into my closet grabbing her and myself something to wear. Since it was a Sunday and I didn't have to go to work, I decided on sweatpants.

The grey sweatpants hung low on my waist and I draped my large black hoodie over her small frame, ending at her knees. She looked so cozy and warm.

Now that we were both showered and dressed, I wondered if she was hungry.

"Are you hungry my love?"

"A little bit" she whispered.

I'm fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.