[Anglais] À travers ma fenêtre

14

Rocky's habit of licking my hand when he wants food wakes me up. The sunlight is streaming through my window, warming the room. My eyes burn, and my face hurts, and it takes me a few seconds to remember everything that happened last night.

Ares . . .

With a jump, I sit up and look at the other side of my bed. My heart sinks when I see that it's empty. But what did I expect? That I'd wake up to him cuddling with me? I'm so naive.

Slowly, I walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I look in the mirror, I let out a squeal. "Holy mother of bruises!"

My face looks horrible. The whole right side is swollen and there's a bruise going up from the middle of my cheek to my right eye. The corner of my mouth has a small cut on it. I had no idea that man hit me so hard. As I inspect my face, I notice bruises on my wrists and arms-I guess from when those other guys grabbed me.

A shiver runs through me as I remember what happened. After taking a shower and brushing my teeth, I leave the bathroom in my underwear, toweling my hair.

"Pokémon panties?"

I scream at the sight of Ares sitting on my bed. There's a bag of take-out food and two coffees on the nightstand. I cover myself with the towel.

"I thought you left."

He smiles. "I just went for breakfast. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, and thank you, that's very kind of you."

And kindness is not your thing, I think.

"Get dressed and have something to eat. Unless you want to do it this way? Without clothes. I wouldn't complain."

I gave him a murderous look. "Very funny, I'll be right back."

After getting dressed, I start on breakfast, trying to ignore the beautiful creature in front of me so I can eat.

Ares takes a sip of his coffee. "I have to say it. I won't be able to live in peace if I don't say it."

"What?"

"Pokémon? Really? I didn't even know Pokémon underwear existed."

"It's my underwear; no one is supposed to see it."

"I've seen it." His eyes catch mine. "I've touched it too."

I almost choke on my breakfast. "Ares . . ."

"What?" He looks at me playfully. "Oh, you're remembering that, aren't you?"

"Of course not."

"Then why are you blushing?"

"It's hot."

He smiles mischievously but says nothing. I finish eating and take a sip of coffee, keeping my eyes anywhere but on him, even though I can feel his gaze on me. It's making me nervous and hyperaware of how I'm dressed, and every detail about me that he can see and disapprove of, like my wet, tousled hair.

Ares sighs. "What happened last night?"

I look up, and I feel like I can tell him everything. Why do I trust him after he broke my heart? I'll never understand.

I run a hand through my hair. "I decided to take a shortcut."

Ares gives me a disapproving look.

"What? I was tired, and I thought nothing would happen."

"The shorter, darker roads are not somewhere you should be at that time of the night."

"Now I know. Well, I walked under the bridge, and three men were there."