Silver or Gold ( A Victurri Novel )

The Bed I Made

I've watched every banquet video on his phone.

I feel... I don't even know how to put it into words.

Disgusting, slutty, humiliated...

I'm feeling second hand embarrassment for my drunk self!!!

Two videos in, I was in nothing but black bikini-style underwear...

And somehow I had aquired Victor's button up shirt and was wearing it open. It was too big for me and everyone was oogling over how vulgar-and-somehow-cute it was.

I don't think I'll ever be able to go outside again!!!

GAH!!!!!

"Yuri?"

Bare feet pat quietly into the room, pausing for a moment, then turning around. They hesitate, then come towards me.

I hold my breath. I can't let him know how embarrassing this is for me.

I tuck my head into my sweatshirt and pull my arms in, becoming a ball of warmth, desperately trying to escape to another place.

"Ah. There you are."

Oh no.

He found me.

"Yuri... This whole time I thought we BOTH remembered that night... I'm sorry if I have made you uncomfortable...

I see my advances are unwelcome and I don't know to get close to you..."

Victor pauses, getting on his hands and knees and crawling under the table, gently sitting right infront of me.

The air in my shirt is hot and thick.

I can't stop thinking about that fact that I've given him a freaking LAP DANCE!!!!

AND HE REMEMBERS IT!!!

And for some reason he still came to be my coach. But why? Why would he dedicate a whole season to the pole dancing kid at a banquet?!

"Yuri..." He sounds so sad... Like he's desperate to find the words to make me feel better.

I slowly look up from my turtle position and meet his eyes, his face barely lit up by light glowing through a crack in the door.

He gasps a little, surprised by my sudden movement.

"Yuri, I am so sorry I didn't tell you before. After that night I couldn't stop thinking about you and when I saw your video I couldn't help myself and I flew here as soon as I could... Things happened after the banquet... AH! I MEAN, we didn't have sex... But you did stay with me for part of that night because you were too drunk to go back to your own hotel. Your coach and I carried you to a cab early in the morning and- oh Yuri I'm so sorry I didn't tell you about-"

And that's when I took a chance.

I leaned forward and kissed him.

"Mmf!" He gasped, eyebrows raising in shock. I kept my eyes closed and kissed him, collapsing into his arms.

It was like dancing.

I was tingling with happiness. He was kissing me so deeply and sweetly, a kiss filled with sincerity and... What I'd call love.

Victor wrapped his arms around me and fell backwards, pulling me down to the floor with him, my body on his, straddling his left leg and tangling my fingers in his hair.

This feels so good.

I'm 23 and this is my first kiss (that I can remember)... And it's with my hero, Victor Nikiforov.

His hands play with my hair for a while, then move down my back, slowly sneaking under my sweatshirt, sliding warm paths up and down my skin. He pauses and holds my hips, gripping them tight and pulling me into his body even harder.

I gasp at the pressure

His eyes fly open and he looks at me,

pupils dilating.

Bedroom eyes.

A fire is lit deep inside of me and it burns so hot I think it might just eat me alive.

I need more