I Will Be Your Knight

Chapter 6

You wake up feeling warm and relaxed. You stretch luxuriously in your soft bed. It has been a while since you've slept that well. You roll over to look at the clock, and it reads 8:27. You can't remember what time you fell asleep last night, so it's hard to tell him much sleep you had actually gotten.

Then you remember everything that happened last night.

You're not sure whether to feel embarrassed, scared, happy, or sad. Embarrassed at how much you had cried, scared that you've made yourself a target for another encounter, happy that you made it out alive and without a scratch, or sad because you don't remember Ivan leaving last night, but he's no longer in your room.

You gasp as you remember the violet eyed Russian. The first thing that comes to your mind is that kiss he gave you. You try to convince yourself that it was nothing more than a chaste kiss on your forehead, and that your parents had often done the same. Except your parents are your parents and not a devilishly handsome man that saved your life. And you may or may not be falling for him. Hard.

You get up out of your bed and realize you're still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, which are now slightly worse for wear. You grab some fresh clothes and head for the bathroom. You turn on the light in the bathroom. A quick look in the mirror causes you to flinch slightly. You have tear streaks all over your face, and the little bit of mascara you always put on has also streaked, and dried, to your face. It's a miracle none of it got onto your pillow. 

You set your clothes on counter of your sink, and then turn on the shower. You've always changed in the bathroom after your shower. There's something about walking around in nothing but a towel that makes you very uncomfortable, so you never do it. You quickly strip down and step into the warm shower.

You make sure to take your time in the shower. After everything that's happened, you deserve it. When you're done, you step out into the steamy bathroom and put your clean clothes on. Then you run a brush through your slightly tangled hair and part it the way you usually do. It then takes a few minutes to blow dry your hair. You apply the small amount of makeup you usually have on, and then you're done. 

You grab your dirty clothes and throw them in a hamper in your room. A loud growl from your stomach tells you it's time to get something to eat. As you walk down the stairs you hear a sound from the kitchen and you freeze. Your mind panics as you wonder what the sound could be. Then you hear someone exclaim in Russian. That can only mean one thing.

You make your way down the stairs as fast as you can without tripping, and run into the kitchen to see what the heck is going on. You're greeted by the sight of Ivan holding your toaster upside down, and shaking it, to get the toast out while a steady stream of frustrated sounding Russian comes out of his mouth. Suddenly, with a ding, the burning toast comes flying out, right onto the floor. 

You can't help but burst into uncontrollable laughter. Ivan looks up at you and rubs the back of his head in embarrassment. You bend over double, still laughing, and your sides begin to ache.

"Ah hahahaha, Ivan, hahaha, what are you doing? Hahahahaha," is all you manage to get out before you're struck by another fit of giggles.

"(Y/n), I was, well...the toast got jammed, so I thought I would, um...shake it out," Ivan replies sheepishly. "My sister told me not to put forks into toasters," he adds. 

You wipe away a stray tear that managed to squeeze out of your eyes. "Oh Ivan, that's the funniest thing I've ever seen." You look up and notice that, for once, the Russian isn't wearing his trench coat. He's wearing a dark sweater,  jeans, and some heavy looking boots. He still has his scarf on though.

He smiles back, although still embarrassed, and says, "I'm glad I could amuse you."

You smile back at Ivan. Then a thought comes across your mind. "Ivan?" you say, your smile fading in confusion, "Why are you still here?"