Evelyn was an amusing girl, hanging out with friends and living her best life with the man she deeply loved. But suddenly found herself in a hospital room, realizing she's been in an induced coma for her past six months.
Her sense of disability lea...
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"I shall be your someone."
Three days passed since me and Mikhail became an official thing.
Marcus was gone to New York with Rafael to do some business, so he had no idea about the news he was about to be informed with. And I honestly couldn't wait to tell him. He would be very excited about it, that's just how he was.
Next morning, I was in the kitchen making breakfast for me and Mikhail.
He stepped in with a towel in his hand, drying his golden wet hair as he yawned exhaustingly.
My head tilted to him, and a sudden warm smile was shown on his pretty face. "Good morning, love."
Love.
My eyes were shut closed as I took a deep breath to restrain the aroused butterflies flying inside my stomach.
I turned around, holding a plate of pancakes as I dared meet his gaze. "Good morning."
He laughed a bit, reached for the table and took a seat.
Placing the plates on the table, Mikhail stopped drying his hair as his sharp, yearning eyes stared at me. "Eve..."
"I couldn't find enough chocolate to make you the waffles you wanted, so I made pancakes instead-" I anxiously informed him, reaching for my seat but I felt his hand slipping around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
"Chocolate waffles aren't what I'm worried about." his soft voice awakened all of my sensations, his warm breath brushed my neck, and I realized I was sitting on his lap.
"Then what is?" I could barely let words come out of my mouth, his long fingers were stroking my waist and the only thing I couldn't stop thinking of was the embarrassemnt I would feel once he notices my heavy breaths.
My breath that onlybecameheavywhenever he was around-
The way I sometimestrembledjustbecause he was looking at me.
All these things I wasn't able to describe- it was something between fear and safety, something not far from hatred and not far from love.
Maybe hatred was the only thing that couldn't stop me from loving him.
Maybe by hating someone, you come to the fact of realizing how much you valued them, and how much they'd mean to you later.
I wasn't sure if I fully loved him, there was a part of me that hated the way he got me attached, the way he always made trouble and couldn't keep control of his actions.
