Vampire Princess

Chapter Fifteen: What Happens Next

Somebody nudged me on my back. I didn’t open my eyes and continued sleeping. There was another nudge – much harder than the first one – and I groaned in my sleep. Immediately, my eyes snapped open and I looked up. There was a smirking Garret above me.

“What the hell is your problem? Can’t you see I’m sleeping here?” I snapped at him, closing my eyes once more. 

“It’s morning, Melanie. It’s time to wake up,” Garret said, shaking my shoulders vigorously. “Wake-y, wake-y, breakfast ready!”

My, my, somebody’s high this morning. I closed my eyes tightly but unfortunately, sleep didn’t come to me. And so I just let out a sigh and opened my eyes. Garret broke out into a relieved grin when I sat up on the hard ground where I was sleeping.

“What time is it anyway?” I asked, yawning and not bothering to cover my mouth. I’m too pissed off at Garret at waking me so early in the morning.

“Six-thirty.”

I glared at him. “Six-thirty! You woke me up at bloody six-thirty in the morning! And I’m an adult.”

“Aren’t adults supposed to be sleeping for only a short time? Sleeping for a long time would cause you to have heart problems,” Garret warned me as he leaned back on the tree.

“I didn’t know that,” I quietly said to myself.

“Well now you know.”

“I wasn’t talking to you,” I snapped. Then suddenly I noticed that Garret was still not wearing his shirt. I raised my hand to my head but the shirt was gone. “You took off your shirt off my head?”

Garret nodded. “Yeah, while you were asleep. Your wound has stopped bleeding.”

“Oka-ay. So why are you not wearing your shirt?” I asked slowly. I wouldn’t dare say it in front of him (it will seriously inflate his overlarge ego), but his six-pack abs were very distracting. He’s still maintained his muscled (but not too muscle-y, of course) body after five years.

“It was filled with your blood,” he pointed out. And then he smirked. “Besides, I know you like these babies.” He gestured to his abs.

Blood rushed up to my cheeks as I continued glaring at him. “I do not like those babies.”

He laughed, making his chest rumble. I couldn’t help staring at those well-defined chest of his. Damn boy, you surely know how to take care of your body. 

“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” Garret drawled jokingly.

“Oh shut up.” 

There was a moment of silence when I continued playing with the grass. Garret was sitting across me, playing with the laces of his shoes. I decided to have a conversation with him.

“Aren’t they even looking for us?” I asked, shrugging. “They would have looked for us by now.”

“Don’t ask me, I wasn’t the one who went in an unknown forest stupidly,” he told me, raising an eyebrow arrogantly.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I wanted to be alone. I know I’m not going to have my privacy back at the cottage and this place seems to be the perfect place to be in that time. If I knew I’m going to trip down and hit my head on a freaking rock, I would have not walked inside here,” I ranted and then sighed angrily. “And anyway, I didn’t want you to be here.”

Garret just rolled his eyes. “I was just messing with you. And anyway, I kind of like to be stuck here with you. I think this is the longest time I’ve been with you since you came back from London.”