In It For The Long Run (Editing)

IIFTLR- Good Thing I'm Not Pinocchio

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Chapter Eight

Nikki’s P.O.V

~End of chapter 7~

I raise my hand and gently knock three times. It is silent for a second and think maybe he isn’t in there but that dream isn’t long-lived when I hear him scream, “come in.”

I gently grab the door handle and twist it. I push the door open and step in while staring at the floor. I close the door behind me and keep my eyes glued to the floor.

Demitri seems to sense my anxiety and my lack of eye contact, “Nikki, look up.” He gently commands me. This command was kind and gentle not rude which I was grateful for because it was helping me keep calm right now. I follow his command and when I look up I gasp at the sight before me.

My eyes widen at what they are currently seeing. Demitri is standing by his closet only with a towel wrapped around his waist, clearly just gotten out of the shower.

I gulp as I take in his current state. Wet dishevelled hair that is falling slightly on his forehead, his upper body still has some water on it causing him to look even better than usual. I now know how amazing his body really his, he has muscles that is for sure. He is far from scrawny but is not overly muscular that it makes you think he is a gym junkie on steroids, no, he is….

His chest rises and falls as he breathes in and out. The motion causes some of the water droplets to glide down, passing his perfectly sculpted eight pack and then finally reaching his happy trail and coming in contact with towel that unfortunately stops your view from going anywhere else.

“Did you come in here to check me out or do you actually have a reason why you’re in my room?” His tone cold and sharp, different from his earlier command.

My head snaps up to his face and give him a slight glare, “Firstly I was not checking you out,” ‘Lies, if you were Pinocchio your nose would have grown the length of your arms, because me, your mind and you know that you were practically eye raping the guy.’ My inner voice informs me of useless knowledge. He didn’t seem to believe what I was saying but he let me continue on nevertheless. “Second of all I actually came in here for a reason; I want to talk to you.”

Demitri moves over to his drawers and pulls out a pair of boxers and sweatpants. “Okay, give me a second to change and you can talk.” He quickly explains before entering his ensuite and closing the door.