Married to the Devil

8

A week had passed since the night at the abandoned house, and in the days that followed, Pooh had been extraordinarily caring towards Pavel. He made sure Pavel was comfortable, attended to his needs, and was always there with a reassuring presence. The house, once filled with tension, began to feel more like a sanctuary of healing.

One morning, Pavel woke up to the gentle light of dawn filtering through the curtains. He stretched and yawned, feeling a rare sense of peace. As he made his way to the kitchen, he was greeted by the sight of Pooh holding a bouquet of fresh flowers, a warm smile on his face.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Pooh said, extending the bouquet towards Pavel. "These are for you."

Pavel chuckled, accepting the flowers with a smile. He brought them to his nose, softly inhaling their sweet fragrance. "Thank you, Pooh. They're beautiful."

Pooh's smile widened as he handed Pavel a steaming cup of coffee. "Get ready," he said with a playful glint in his eyes. "We're going on a picnic today."

Surprised, Pavel looked at Pooh, then back at the flowers and the coffee in his hands. "A picnic?" he echoed, his voice tinged with curiosity and excitement.

"Yes," Pooh replied, nodding enthusiastically. "I thought it would be good for us to get out of the house and enjoy some fresh air. I've already packed everything we need."

Pavel nodded, feeling a surge of warmth and gratitude. "That sounds wonderful. I'll go get ready."

He headed back to his room, his heart light with anticipation. Opening his wardrobe, he picked out comfortable clothes for the day: a light blue shirt, a pair of khaki shorts, and his favorite sneakers. He packed a small bag with essentials....a book, a blanket, sunscreen, and a hat.

Pavel wanted to be prepared for anything. However, when he came out to the front of the house, he was surprised to see Pooh ready and waiting on his Ducati bike.

"W-what? Are we really going on the bike?" Pavel asked, his voice a mix of surprise and excitement.

Pooh looked at the suitcases and chuckled. "Why did you pack so much? Yeah, we're going on the bike. Don't worry, let's keep the suitcases inside. I have my black card, and there's nothing to worry about."

Pavel was amazed by Pooh's casual confidence and the thrill of the unexpected adventure. He watched as Pooh put the suitcases back inside the house and locked the mansion. The idea of a spontaneous bike trip to the beachside began to feel exhilarating.

As they prepared to leave, Pooh handed Pavel a helmet and secured his own. Pavel, still a bit uncertain, tugged on Pooh's jacket. Pooh turned, his eyes softening with reassurance. He took both of Pavel's hands and wrapped them around his waist.

"Hold on tight," Pooh said, a playful smile on his lips.

Pavel nodded, feeling the solid warmth of Pooh's body against his. He rested his head on Pooh's broad shoulders, finding comfort in their closeness. The engine roared to life, and they took off, the wind whipping past them as they sped down the open road.

The ride was invigorating. The landscape blurred into a picturesque tapestry of rolling hills, lush greenery, and eventually, the glistening blue of the ocean came into view. Pavel felt a sense of freedom he hadn't experienced in a long time, the worries of the past week melting away with each mile they traveled.

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Guys so basically i have a root canal treatment for some patients tomo with my peers nd i might be late to update , wish me luck cause our professor is soooooo mean !