(one day later)
I wake up with Balthazar's face close to mine, his shaking me and telling me that we have to go, I stretch out trying to put some distance between me and him, wondering how I might be looking like in the morning. He smells good, a sweet spicy scent that makes me want to pull him into the bed and get lost in him. I feel myself blush and try to get up, but I still feel the blood inside of me, making me soft, feeling as if I'm melting like ice cream, I want to stay in bed and just sleep but when I turn around Balthazar tells me that we have to go and approaches me again, touching my arm, I put my left hand over his and turn around slowly, he's leaning near the bed and there are only two things in my mind at the moment, both start with an 's' and I start to lean over to him, knowing he won't let me have one of them for sure and hoping he'll give up and let me have the other.
He doesn't back down and our eyes start to get lost on each other, I get on my knees and crawl to him, ignoring that I no more have my dress on and am only wearing some new underwear I found on that house in Purgatory. I touch his face slightly and he lets me get closer, I feel the tension in the air around us, my blood mixed with his, inside of me, starting to boil, everything so warm that my sweat begs to break and then he sticks my dress on my face all of a sudden.
"We have to go." He puts one hand around my waist and pulls me out of the bed, pushing me against the bathroom. I blush and punch him on the chest with no results at all, I roll my eyes when I see him smile. He's already dressed and I resign to doing the same, even though I still feel like melting, warm and horny.
"You're an asshole." I said loudly, after getting inside the bathroom, starting to wash my face.
"We have to go." He repeated.
"What time is it anyway?"
"Around 3 pm."
"I slept 24 hours?!"
"Yes, and you'd sleep 8 hours more if I didn't wake you up."
"Wait." I take my head out of the bathroom to look at him, even though my underwear was already laying on the floor. "How much did I sleep last time?"
"I was more than two days away last time, yes."
"Oh... fuck..."
"It will start to be less and less hours, when you get used to it. Normal people sleep for almost a week."
"Normal people? You mean without a connection to the middle." I get in and close the door again.
"Yes. We have a flight at 9:30 pm, a taxi will be waiting outside for us in 20 minutes, we need to go down to the capital."
"Okay, I just need to shower."
He doesn't say anything, I turn on the water and try to wash the sleep away, but it doesn't work, I get out, put on the dress and blow-dry my hair. I brush my teeth with one of the toothbrushes they give on the hotels.
I get out and he's standing by the door, waiting, for some reason I want to jump to him and wrap my legs around his waist, I battle with my reasonable side not to do such thing.
"This will be 8 challenging hours, just try to think that the effect will pass and if you do something you might regret it, okay?" Balthazar says.
"Yes. I understand." And I do, yet my crazy drunk brain is not functional enough to not imagine possible scenarios where he might not be able to say no.
"I have to be honest with you Luna, I don't like you that way."
"Fine, I get it, can we go now?"
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LUNATIC
FantasyA girl with nothing to lose gets lost in an unknown place surrounded by things that she cannot understand after she tries to kill herself. A battle between good and evil takes place around her as she duels her own mind. With this story I bring you a...