A L E X E I

in your arms.

26.

in your arms.

"and it's in your arms when Im finally home."

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The beautiful snow falling was a definite surprise to Cat. It was unexpected but absolutely gorgeous at the same time.

Cat loved fresh snow but hated the cold that came with it.

She was a soul meant for the hot weather, where she could slurp on large ice cream cones and stay in the ocean water till the sun went down and displayed it colors.

Cat shuffled through her closet trying to find one of Ryan's old sweatshirts or shirts that she had.

She understood that Alexei was probably uncomfortable in his suit and wanted to change herself in warm clothes.

Finally pulling on a bright red sweatshirt and black leggings, Cat grabbed her phone and one of Ryan's shirt and left her room.

She was surprised to see Alexei standing in her kitchen, shirtless and cooking something.

Instantly his eyes shot up to meet her's. Cat watched in amazement as they softened when they met her own.

Cat gave him a slight smile before sliding the folded up shirt to him across the kitchen island.

"You can take a shower if you want," Cat said. He didn't say much before nodding.

She glides to the fridge to grab a water bottle and some fruits.

By the time she turned around he had the left, the only indicator being the sound of water falling.

She walked up to see what he was cooking. There was a pot of pasta boiling on the stove and some sauce simmering away.

The delicious smells coming from the sauce made Cat twice as hungry.

She quickly ran to grab some Betty Crocker brownie mix and followed the instructions to make it. She could at least make some dessert even though it's not from scratch.

What she did learn was that Alexei took long showers because by the time she had slid the baking tray into the oven and started to clean up, that's when he came out, running a towel through his hair.

He looked delicious, Cat wouldn't lie.

His hair was messy and his hoodie was askew but he looked perfect to her.

She smiled at him, feeling like he was her to worship. Like he was the one she had been worshipping for so long.

And maybe she would be able to reap her rewards soon enough.

"You didn't have to make anything," he trailed off as Cat turned off stove with the cooked pasta.

"I know but I could help," she answered briefly looking at him as she drained the water from the pasta.

After that she let him take over and left to snuggle into the couch. It almost felt domestic, like it was a routine that they were used to.