One Last Hope

Chapter 42

⭐️“Breathe. Let go. And remind yourself that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure.”⭐️
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I'm so comfortable here  I stay in Peter's room until I start to feel drowsy.

He shakes me gently.

Peter: "It's time to go to sleep, I think!"

I nod before stretching.

Nora: "I didn't see the time! I still have to get my things ready for tomorrow and take a shower."

Peter: "Life's hard!"

Nora: "Don't mock me! You don't realize the hell I've been going through. No pun intended... what with you being a vampire and all..."

Peter: "Poor little Nora... I feel so sorry for you I could cry! I might write a song about it..."

I give him a sideways glance and poke out my tongue before getting up and heading for the door.

Nora: "Good night, Peter!"

Peter: "Good night, Nora."

Nora: "And thank you."

He just smiles at me kindly and turns back to the piano.

When I'm out in the hallway, I can't help but look down at the mysterious secret room. 

I can't get it out of my mind. Why can't I go down there? If it were up to me, I'd go down and see what's behind that door.

Then I could get my mind off it and move on... But I can't! I don't think this is the right time. I can hear footsteps approaching.

Reluctantly, I just go back to my room, into my private bathroom and lock the door. I don't want Drogo to let himself in here while I'm naked!

Although...

My imagination runs away with itself and for a moment I imagine being in the bathtub with Drogo... I can feel his agile hands sliding down my back and his lips on mine...

My God, Nora! Stop acting like a teenager who can't handle her damn hormones! Drogo's a total jerk! There you go! A total jerk!

I look at my face in the mirror. I'm hopeless! I don't need a hot bath, I need a cold shower!

I undress and slip into the hot water.

I want to forget about everything outside this room... just for half an hour. Drogo, Nicolae, Lorie...

I stay like this for a long time, daydreaming and playing with the soap bubbles. I think I needed that little me-time.

Finally, after three quarters of an hour of relaxation, I finally pull myself out of the water. I quickly dry off and put on a t-shirt.

At the same time, I hear a door slamming in the distance. I guess Drogo is finally back from his night out...

I'm already imagining him with one of those college chicks. I can't handle it.

I'm jealous. It's as simple as that.

We're not a couple, but every time we spend time together, I end up with my mouth against his.

Even though Drogo didn't promise me anything, I keep torturing myself by imagining what he does with his free time.

My thoughts are brutally interrupted by what sounds like an animal howling.

What was that?

The first time, I thought I was hallucinating. But when I hear it again, I cautiously go toward the window.