Basilisk (Dark Ominis Gaunt x OC gothic romance)

Chapter 88: A Day Off

~~Veela~~

She'd finally made it to Feldcroft, and she was exhausted. After encountering such good fortune on the road she'd taken her time getting here, knowing how weak she was right now and how badly the potion was still affecting her.

The familiar house made her heart ache a bit, taking the copper key out of her bag and with a slightly shaky hand brought it up to the door to unlock it.

She sighed with relief when the lock turned, and the door opened. She glanced inside curiously, looking around the small home that seemed rather cozy. The real question was where should she sleep? Because she was way too tired to function right now. It was around sunset anyway, so it would be best if she got some rest for tomorrow.

She walked through the rooms curiously to see which would best suit her, and noticed small signs of who had been in each room. A bit of makeup was smeared on the dresser of one room, which she blushed as she thought of how that might be possible. She scurried out of that room.

The other back room was far more tidy, almost to an extreme degree. It felt... oddly sterile, almost. As if the person had been cleaning to the point of too much. Nope, she didn't need to deal with that. She was already feeling uneasy enough as it was.

The third room was in the front, and showed much more signs of being lived in. There were two dressers in this room, along with two beds. She found that a bit odd, but could recognize the distinct forest musk scent of a werewolf from one of the beds. Damien.

Nope nope nope. That made her feel all kinds of wrong. She wasn't even going to touch that side of the room.

That meant...

Her eyes traveled over to the last bed, and she rubbed her arm anxiously. It would be kind of strange to sleep in his bed when she'd been the one to send him away, wouldn't it? It would be... pretty wrong. But there was no one else here, so who would even know? Did it even matter? Well, he'd invited her here... so maybe it was actually appropriate?

Yeah, he'd invited her here! This was his house, after all, right? So he'd be fine with it... probably.

She cautiously sat on the bed, surprised by how comfortable it was. The blanket was wool, green of course, and the mattress was nice and fluffy but firm. Had he stuffed it himself? It seemed different than most beds you bought.

She looked out the small window of the room to the setting Sun low on the horizon and sighed softly. She was so tired... she'd think about things in the morning. For now she shut the curtain and started undressing, keeping on only a light blouse and her split drawers. It was just her here after all, so it hardly mattered what she wore.

She laid down and sighed, but then blushed as a familiar scent filled her senses, the smell of him surrounding her as she laid on his bed. She turned her head so she could take a deep breath in from the pillow and sighed softly, but then realized what she was doing and scoffed at herself. She was so ridiculous. He was just another guy, and a liar at that. Sure he had helped her, but he had also lied to her and used her.

But...

She breathed in the smell again, and it made her heart flutter happily. She still reacted to him so quickly even when he wasn't even there. Just the smell of him, the thought of those callused hands running along her skin, dark eyes looking down at her with such a warm and sensual expression...

She bit her lip with a soft noise as she realized she was getting worked up from just the thought, and grumbled at herself before she turned on her side on the bed. She was ridiculous. She shouldn't be reacting like this. She shouldn't even want him like that anymore, considering what he'd done.