Seek And Destroy [COMPLETED]

Chapter 8 : Miracles And Abominations.

My head still hurt. But barely.

It's been two days in the hospital and I just got discharged. The doctors didn't want to take any risk till I fully recovered. Something about Edward telling them to be fully sure before sending me out.

Huh. The guy actually cares.

Who knew he had a heart? Who even thought he had a heart?

The doctors called me a miracle when I recovered in two days. They expected a week in the latest.

'I'm a strong fighter', I say, and leave the hospital. I expected my mother to pick me but instead see Billy and his little carriage with Sid.

'Your mum told me to drop you off home' , she stammered,' Get in'

I got in; with no word and he began the slow pace back home.
I didn't even thank him when I got down; I just opened the door and went inside only to bump into a hard wall.

Huh, there wasn't a walk over here.

I look up to see Edward, his right eyebrow quirked up.

'You're home', he said ,' Discharged or did you just run away like the mad woman you are'

'Okay, that hurt', I said ,' and no, I got discharged'

He grunted as a reply and went back in to the guest room that I now thought to be his. His little domain next to mine.

I head to my room which was on the left of his; we had a connected door but me and mum had never used it.

I could only hope not to sleepwalk mistakenly to Edward's room at night.

'Elena!'

Speaking of the devil

I ran outside my room to the front entrance to his; reluctant to use the connecting doors.

My mistake? I never seem to knock.

I entered and saw him fully naked except for a short towel wrapped tightly around his waist.

'You clearly haven't heard the term knocking have you?', he asked.

I gulped as loud as I ever could have and I knew he took notice.

'Like what you're seeing?', he says as he shrugs on a shirt; covering his chest.
He was bout to undo his towel when I stopped him,'No! You're Majesty I mean. I'll leave and come back once you change into pants'

He dropped the towel, revealing him already in shorts.

'Oh', I exclaim.

Who wraps a towel around them when they're already in shorts?

And since when does a prince ever wear shorts?

'Yes, I have sexy legs. I know', he said; to no one in particular. But I knew the statement was pointed at me.

'On the contrary, they look rather scrawny', I said, 'No offense. That's just in my opinion'

He raised his eyebrows at me and I can feel the sweat starting to form on my forehead.

What I said was entirely false though. He had muscular legs. Rather hairy as well. But he's a male specimen so I don't think you can judge him for that.

'Scrawny', he repeats it. I realize how dumb I was to even comply that word to him. He even had joined the olympics! And in almost every sport!

Tabloids are a reliable source of information when you want to stalk someone in your leisure time. My choice was to stalk my boss A.K.A the heir to the throne of Grayson City.