Touch In The Dark

Chapter 47

Dimitri's POV

Last night with Evelyn was what any man would dream of doing. She fits to me so perfectly, as if we were molded from the same clay.

What would our parents think? I honestly don't give two shits, she's not my blood, if she were then I could see where they'd be disgusted hell, I'd be disgusted. I know she's having an internal battle with the thoughts in her head right now. She's easy to read once you learn her ques. Her nose does this adorable crinkle when she's in deep thought, especially deep thoughts that she doesn't like to have.

Her staying at the hideout with me the whole time only confirmed that she's in fact mine. I remember hearing small bits and pieces of her talking to Mark, I remember her telling him off but I don't remember what exactly was said.

Sleeping next to her last night was the most alive I've felt since her moving here, she's my source of happiness now. Not even our parents can change that.

She currently downstairs making breakfast for us. I can smell sausage with a hint of burnt bread so I know she burnt some toast. I laugh to myself thinking how many slices of toast she has to go through before it doesn't come out burnt.

My leg has been healing but it's still painful to move. It's like I'm being stabbed deep in my leg, which makes sense since the bullet went through muscle. Muscle takes longer to heal than flesh. I know the bullet still sits somewhere inside my leg, giving me a gentle reminder that the people you trust the most, can betray you.

Now thinking about it, I did tell Eve that betrayal doesn't come from an enemy. What Antonio did was betrayal at its finest.

Eve enters the room fifteen minutes later with a tray in her hands. She's balancing a small stack of toast, sausage, and fresh cut fruits with orange juice and water. My stomach turns at the sight of her almost dropping it everywhere but she recovers smoothly.

"Grazie bambina."

{Thank you baby.}

"Does that mean thank you?" She asks as she sets the tray on my bed.

"It does. How about I teach you some Italian once I get a little better." I smile knowing she wants to learn.

Her eyes glisten with happiness. "Yes! Don't worry, I'm a fast learner."

Oh yes, she's a very fast learner.

I inspect one of the slices of toast, seeing a perfect amount of brown.

"I already spread butter on it if that's what you're looking for."

I chuckle. She doesn't know that I know she burnt anything. Even though she went out of her way to do something sweet, I have to tease her.

"How much bread did you burn?"

She freezes mid chew. "I didn't burn anything." She lies.

Staring into her eyes, she knows I can tell she's lying, but I don't say a word. Eventually she will admit it.

"Dimitri, I can cook toast." She deadpans.

My eyebrow quirks, but words don't spill from my lips. I watch as she grows uncomfortable with my gaze.

"Who can't make toast Dimitri? Anyone can make toast." She defensively crosses her arms.

I lean back on the bed and take a bite of the toast in my hand, never breaking eye contact.

"Me. I can't make toast." She admits quietly with her head looking down.