Silent love

Chapter 44

On the previous chapter...

Cecilia leaned back with a satisfied little smile, stretching her arms overhead like a cat waking from a nap.

"See?" She said brightly. "Wasn't that fun?"

The man didn't answer.

Couldn't.

He was too busy trying not to drown in his own blood.

I turned away from him, peeling off the gloves one finger at a time. The latex came off with a soft snap, the scent of blood still clinging to the air.

Now that we had a location, things could finally move. No more guesswork. No more waiting around. We could act.

"Let's get ready". I said, glancing at Immanuel and Silvio. "We're moving soon".

Cecilia didn't look up. She was still toying with the knife, eyes locked on Mason like she hadn't quite finished making him bleed.

Silvio smirked as we headed for the stairs. "Good luck, sweetheart".

"I don't need luck". She smiled without looking. "He does".

I paused and looked back at Mason, his face pale, sweat mixing with blood.

And then we left the devil to her game.

ʚ YAQUELINE'S POV ɞ

Federico sat on the edge of the bed, sleeves pushed up his forearms. His gloves were gone too, finally. His hands were bare, resting loosely on his thighs.

He looked tired.

But when he saw me, that sharp, heavy look he always carried shifted just a little.

"Come here". He said, voice low.

I didn't hesitate.

I crossed the room and climbed onto the bed, stretching out beside him, head near his shoulder. For a second, we just sat there. Quiet. Breathing the same air. 

I pulled my knees up, resting them against his thigh, close enough to feel the heat of him but not quite touching.

He tilted his head, looking down at me like he was trying to memorize the way I fit there beside him.

"You don't ever slow down, do you?" I said quietly, my voice barely more than a breath.
A corner of his mouth lifted. "Never learned how".

From the moment I entered his house, I never saw him just living and chilling. He was always busy. It makes me wonder, do we ever get a rest?

I let my head fall back against the headboard, closing my eyes for a second.
"You mess with my head". I said, the words slipping out before I could second-guess them.

He makes me feel things I have never felt before. We didn't like each other in the beginning, I wouldn't say that we are the biggest lovers now. No, far from it but what is this? Sure making out with your enemy or feeling comfortable with them, so much that you spend the last couple days with him, doesn't sound very good, does it?

He gave a low, rough laugh, almost more of an exhale. "Yeah? You don't exactly make it easy for me either".

I smiled a little, almost despite myself, and shifted closer until our shoulders brushed. He didn't move away. Didn't tense up. If anything, I felt him lean into it, just a little.