~ You should love me ~

NINE ~ Are you afraid?

I shrug: "I can tell you a story."
He throws a pillow into me and we both laugh.
"What if I tell you a story?" he says.
"A horror one?"
"Yeah, kind of."
I sit up and nod to him.
"It was end of the December, when a group of very talented humans went on a hike in the Norwegian mountains," he starts with a deep, serious voice. "In the middle of the hike they got caught in the horrific snow storm. A beautiful green-eyed girl and one ordinary messy-haired guy stayed in a dark cabin, without electricity and food."
"Oh, they were without food?"
"Mhm, but they were not hungry, because they have each other."
I laugh: "This not make any sense."
"I know, I am a horrible story teller."
He lays down and covers himself over the head with a blanket.
I lean on my elbow and lift up a blanket: "You're not that bad."
He looks up, and stares at my eyes. In that moment I feel uncomfortable, so I look away. He reaches his hand and caress my cheek.
"Carlos..."
"Sssshhh."
"I..."
"Do you remember flight from Madrid to Monaco? And when I saved you from the balcony? And yacht? Our first kiss?"
"I don't want to talk about this."
"Why not?"
"I was at work there, nothing else."
"Yes, but... We had a great time together, we kissed..."
"It means nothing to me."
I move back and stand up from the bed. I walk to the window and look out. It is snowing so hard. Where is Gerard? I want to be with him.
Carlos suddenly stands up from the bed, takes a candle and leaves the room.
I walk to the door and slightly open it. Silence. Where did he go?
I look at the phone, it is 4.43 pm and I still don't know nothing about Gerard and others. Are they got caught in a storm or are they in safe? There is a dump in my stomach, I feel sick.
I return back to the bed. I undress myself, so I stay only in undershirt and panties.
I close my eyes, thinking of Gerard.

"Ava, I bring you a sandwich," I hear in the distance. Oh, I fell asleep. I open my eyes and see the dark. There is still no electricity. Carlos puts a flashlight on the nightstand and hands me a plate with a big sandwich and cup of a cocoa. I sit up and smile: "Thanks. What about you? You wont eat?"
"I already ate. I was downstairs about for hour and a half."
I am surprised. I slept that long.
"Are you okay?" I ask and he nods. Unconvincedly. "Please, eat."
I start eating.
"I hope you like cocoa," he adds, watching me eat.
"Ehm, I am lactose intolerant."
"Really?? I didn't know that. Sorry, I'll go downstairs for a cup of tea."
"Nooo, you don't have to. I can go by myself. Or, I can take a pill with lactose. Don't worry."
He is staring at me and I start to laugh.
"Sorry, but you are so funny," I say.
"I have some news about guys," he says seriously.
"Are they okay?"
He nods: "Mhm, they are fine. In the middle of the way there was a farm and some old couple gave them shelter and food."
"Okay," I nod. "Do we know when the storm will end?"
"Not really." He sits on the chair next to the bed.
"I hope we're not going to stay here till New Year's eve."
"You don't want to spend the longest night in the year with me?" His voice was harsh.
"No offense, but... Not really. I'd like to be with my boyfriend."
He's not saying anything.
"Thanks for the sandwich." I put a plate on the nightstand.
"You didn't finished it."
"Ah, I'm full. My stomach will explode."
"Would you mind if I took a shower?" he asks, starting to undress himself.
I stare at him. At his body, when he pulls off a shirt.
"N-no," I stutter.
I am pretty sure he's doing that on purpose.
"I'll go downstairs for a cup of tea. Would you like something?" I say as I walk to the door. He is looking at me and laughs.
"What is it?"
"At least wear a leggings."
I look down. Oh, sure. I can't walk down to Mr. and Mrs. Nilsen only in laced panties.
Saying nothing, I wear leggings and walk downstairs. Mr. Nilsen is sitting by the candle, drinking coffee. Thank god for a wood stove.
"Oh, hello. Do you need anything?" he asks.
"Can I have a cup of tea, please?"
"Of course. With honey?"
"Yes, please."
I chat for a while with Mr. and Mrs. Nilsen, because I really don't like to return upstairs. It is too desirable to be near him.
In 20 minutes I decide to return. He's probably dressed up already.
I quietly enter the room.
"Ava, is that you?" I hear from the bathroom.
"Aha, it's me."
"Ehm, there is no towel. Can you bring me one, please?"
What?! I can't do that! He is naked in there. Well... I saw him naked in Monaco already. In his hotel room. But... I saw only backside of him.
"Ava?" he calls again.
"Ehm, yep. Just a second. I don't know where the towels are."
I look in the closet. In my bad, there were they.
"Got it. I'll enter," I call.
"Okay, I'm still here. I wont move." He laughs.
I slightly open the door and hand him a towel.
"I can't reach it, Ava. Step in."
"Well, then lean forward a little."
"I can't it is very slippery, I can fell."
I roll my eyes and enter.
He is standing there, all wet. I'm f*cked.
"Here," I hand it.
"Thank you very much," he says, winking at me.
Instead of turning and walking away, I stopped dead there looking at him.
At first, he wipes his hair, then his arms and torso. Drops of water glittered in the reflection of the flashlight as he sweeps over the abdominal muscles. Ava, wake up! Get the f*ck out of this bathroom. Or even better, out of the room. Run outside to the f*cking snow storm. Get lost in the wood. But...nothing. I can't move. I can see how he smiles. Oh, he is teasing me! He wants to break me, he wants me to stop resisting him. I look down to his crotch. The heat flows me and I suddenly feel dizzines. He steps closer to me. I want to run away but I can't.
He threw the towel over his right shoulder. I took a step back, but I hit the wall. He leans against the wall with both hands and caught me in between so I couldn't go anywhere. I am looking straight into his eyes.
"Are you afraid?" he asks.
"Of what?"
"Falling into me."