PINK MIST 2 ½

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

"Yes?" He looked at me with anticipation, widening his eyes while squeezing me a bit more into his embrace.

"Nah, you don't deserve to know."

I winked and left my little bathroom, leaving him dumbfounded with his arms hanging. Little does he know... I didn't have the appointment to reveal the gender just yet.

I move next to my door and hold it open. Angus looks at me with his ears pricked up and his head tilted. He probably tries to guess whether or not it's time for his walk; something that totally slipped my mind!

Nathan sits on a stool and folds his arms over his chest, slightly flexing his biceps. I arch my eyebrow and remain still with my hand still wrapped around the door handle.

"Are you leaving or what?" I question him in a serious tone.

"Or what," he replies while stretching his long legs in front of him.

"Nathan, I'm serious."

"So am I, angel."

"It's time for you to leave."

I try to remain as impassive as possible. My eyes are glued to his. I daren't move them anywhere else. I'm still starving for his touch, warmth. He finally moves from the stool and comes to stand right in front of me.

"If you really wanted me to leave you wouldn't be wearing my shirt."

I look down and frown as I realize that he was right. I give him a sly smile and pull the shirt above my head, remaining just with my bra. I purse my lips together and shove it in his arms as I push him outside the door

"There," I smile, "now you can go."

Caught in surprise, he loses the opportunity to react, allowing me to shut

the door in his face. As it was more than expected, a few seconds later he starts banging on my door, shouting my name.

"Valeria! Open up!"

"You got your shirt! Go away!"

"But I'm barefoot!"

I frown and start to pace up and down in front of my door. Angus observes me without moving his butt off of the couch. I fold my arms over my chest and sigh.

"You can check... they must be scattered somewhere in your living room."

The curses I'm mumbling right now would probably make no sense to any human being. I thought that my plan of temporarily getting rid of him, to make him sweat a bit was working fine.

I start throwing the pillows and my clothes on the couch. Angus growls with displease. And there they are... his army boots were laying one next to the coffee table and one under the kitchen stool.

I gather the objects in my hand and murmur as I move towards the door once again. As I wrapped my fingers around the door handle, I started to think whether or not it would be a good idea to throw his boots from the window.

It would be easy for him to gather them on his way out, and I wouldn't have to open the door. I chuckle to my stupid thoughts and sigh before I hear Nathan banging the door once again.

"Will you please open up and give me my boots? You won't make me walk outside barefoot now, will you?"

"Oh shut up," I groan as I open the door, holding his boots by their laces. "there, now you-"