𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄

Chapter 42: L

Misha

After many years of waking up in pain, I woke up for once feeling nothing but happy. A smile spread across my face as I creased her cheek. She let out little snores like a puppy.

The morning sunlight hits her perfect skin and lips. She is under my silk sheets, her arm wrapped around my waist, and her head lying on my ink chest.

"Stop staring, you creep."
"I'm just admiring what's mine." She giggled and opened her eyes, brightening the whole room. I couldn't help but rub my thumb against her Lucius lips.

"I look like shit, don't I?" She cringed, sitting up while wrapping my silk sheet over her chest, exposing her back, "Your the most beautiful girl I know" She froze and gave me a big smile, a spot of pink shine through her cheeks as she looked away.

"Is Blair Ambrose blushing?"
"What, no, I don't blush, especially for you." She frowned, sitting up while dragging my silk sheet with her, "And you ripped my dress." She stared down at the ground at her torn-apart dress.

"I'll buy you a new one," I smiled, licking my lips as I stood up and walked up to her. "Misha!" she shouted, placing her palms over her eyes. "Love, I was inside you a couple of hours ago," I rolled my eyes, dragging her wrist from her face.

"I know, but still, it's so..." She cuts herself off, not trying to glance down at my crotch, "I should go um-" she said, trying to make a run for it.

But before she could, I seized her wrist and pulled her back into my chest; she bumped into me, and I cupped her jaw to meet her lips.

She melts into my touch and runs her hand over my neck. I release her to see her whining for more.

"You should go; you missed your eighteen birthday party."
"No, I didn't...this was better than my party." I roll my eyes and place a kiss on her forehead.

Blair

I waited for Misha to change into his usual black suit. Meanwhile, I stayed in his living room while scrolling through my phone.

I wore his black T-shirt and black boxers, which looked like standard shorts. "Oh," I cringe when Fallon suddenly appears before me.

"Fallon, hey," I gulped and smiled. She smiled, and Misha walked out of his room before she could say anything. " Are you ready, Blondie?" he asked, staring between Fallon and me back and forth.

"Yes, let's go," I said, sitting up from the couch and passing to Misha. He placed an arm around my back and led me through the front door.

❦

"You don't have to walk me to my suite," I told him with a slight smile as we made our way up the elevator. "I want to," he said with a quirky smirk on his lips.

We stopped once I made it to my suite. I spun to look him in the eyes, but this time, there were no clouds, rain, or thunder; it was just him.

I knew the real Misha. At that moment, I didn't know what to do or say. We just stared into each other's eyes, and we knew.

We didn't have to say it because we already knew.

His face
His smile
his eyes
his voice
Him.

I loved him. "Misha," I said, closing the gap between us. I then held his hands tightly, afraid that if I let them go, I'd let him go.

"Thank you for..." I gulped before finishing my sentence. " Thank you for loving the part of me that is not easy to love," I said, maintaining eye contact.

He didn't respond. "And thank you for tonight, probably the best night's sleep," I nodded.

Before I could walk through my door, he grasped my wrist and pulled me into his chest, "Blair..." he stammered my name.

I widen, hoping he'll say, "I love you." There it was, the L word I'd been waiting for him to say finally.

"I love you too, Misha." Then he clutched my waist, pulling me into his arms. I wrapped my hand around his neck as we kissed passionately.

His tongue slid into my lips as they connected; we suddenly parted our lips, stared into each other's eyes, and couldn't help but smile.

And then our lips met once more, but everything went to shreds when.

"Are you fucking kidding me"