The Handsome Helper

Chapter 15

"So?" I ask. Donny rubbed the water off of me with his black towel. When I wrapped my hair in a towel turban he laughed and tied his short hair in one too.

Chilled Donny is definitely one of my favourites.

"What's wrong?" He counters from the floor. He's squatted down and has parted my legs so he can dry the in between. I don't think the towel is ever going to dry down there as long as Donny is naked...

"Nothing" I really don't want to fight Donny over Raphael. He was a stupid mistake when I thought Donny didn't care about me, he was just someone to run to.

"Come on, we can argue later" he stands to dry himself and he's done by the time I've reapplied my concealer. I'm just about to put the concealer down when Donny takes my hand in his. We walk through his bedroom and he lets me go to pull out two white robes from his wardrobe. I slip it on and Donny gestures for me to twirl and I oblige.

"Hotel?" I ask as I look for a badge on the robe

"Yeah, the one in Leeds" he says cooly. I nod and he turns to leave. I slip my hand back into his and he squeezes it reassuringly. Once we get to the doorway he waits to let me go through first. We walk into the kitchen and his arm wraps around my shoulder as he pulls me to him.

"Eggs?" He asks while he brags a frying pan. Donny, although a spoilt rich boy, could make heavenly eggs. I nod at him and he runs the pan under the tap to wash it before putting it on the gas. He lifts me onto the counter furthest away from the fire and hands me the bread to put into the toaster.

He works in silence and plates up the eggs and buttery toast

"I gave you one job and you botched it" he whines while lifts his soggy toast off of his plate. A smile plays on my lips as Donny pouts from across the table

"Not my fault I can't butter toast" I say as I pour myself some orange juice. I take a bite out of my toast and it makes a loud crunching noise. Donny's head shoots up and his eyes shoot daggers at me

"Are you serious?" He shouts. I laugh at his angry face and he gets up. He walks towards me and pulls me out of my chair taking my place and biting my toast. As he's about to sip my juice I come out of shock and try and sit on his lap. He pushes the chair out more and gives me a bite of the crunchy toast. I rest my head on his shoulder and chew. I can feel Donny's breathing relax as his arm wraps around my back.

"Donny" I sigh "what's your plan?" I feel all of the muscles that make up Donatello tense.

"I don't know" he says. I bite my lips waiting for the tears to stop burning my eyes

"Please" I whisper. The burn from my eyes has travelled to my throat. I gulp down air trying to aid it but I'm unsuccessful. Donny sighs and I can tell he's debating telling me.

Donny's silent for a long time. I'm scared he's turned mute or has frozen in place. But my fears are washed away when his phone vibrates in his robe and he readjusts me to get to it. He reads the text and rubs his head. I look up at his and he looks at me for another minute

"We need to get ready to meet Raphael at the bar in ten minutes" he explains. I get up and take the dishes to the sink and start washing them. "Leave them" Donny says. His tone is serious but I keep washing. He's probably just a tad grumpy that Raphael text him.

Jealousy really doesn't suit Donny.

"He's got a new plan" the plate I'm washing leaves my hand and falls into the sink