Cold Blood | E.D

17. Thank God He Wasn't Naked

Finely Stone;

Thank God he wasn't naked.

His suit clung to his body and I was surprised he managed to take off his shoes. Water soaked his body but he didn't seem to care. His head was right under the shower, water droplets raining down on his hair, eyes closed.

One of his hands was against the wall, holding himself up, the other was pushing his hair out of his face. He seemed to be a little less clumsy now, but as soon as the thought entered my mind he stumbled, gripping onto the wall to hold him up.

I didn't know what to do. Do I help him out? Do I just leave him there?

My thinking was cut short by the sound of a bottle dropping to the shower floor. The King's eyes finally opened, staring right at the bottle on the ground. "Hey! Get up, I'm talking to you!" He pointed his finger at the bottle, causing me to snort. "Don't dare disobey me, I am your King!"

Not wanting him to get any more angry and possible take it out on me, I stepped closer to the shower and grabbed hold of his arm. "Come on, you need to sleep." I tried to pull him out. I didn't care if my clothes were getting wet, it's better than he wrath I would have to face in the morning if he found out I just left him in the shower.

He wasn't helping me much as he put all of his weight on me to carry. He stopped in front of the mirror at the sink and gasped at his reflection, "Woah, I'm wet." Then let out a laugh as if it was the funniest thing ever said.

"I'll go out so you can change. Here, let me get you some clothes." I helped him lean against the sink, ran into his closet as fast as I could and brought back a t-shirt and a pair sweatpants. I placed them on the sink in the huge bathroom.

I went to walk out of the bathroom to give him some privacy to change, but he grabbed my wrist. I turned back and looked at his arm, staring at the veins in his arms before looking up at him.

"I c-can't." He mumbled. "The world is spinning!"

"You can't do what?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Change my clothes." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I prayed he didn't notice the blush creeping on my face.

"I can't, I need to go to sleep."

Before I could take a step back, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into him. I hated to admit it, but a warm feeling spread everywhere he touched. I tried to push him away but he was too strong. "Etha—Your Majesty, let me go."

He guided my hands up his torso and chest, until they were touching the top buttons on his shirt. My fingers staring shaking slightly, this was the first real physical contact we had. It sent waves of electricity down my spine, my veins filling with adrenaline. My eyes looked up from his shirt to his closed eyelids.

Hurry up already.

My eyes widened as I heard his thoughts in my head. Thinking I was going crazy, I started to undo the buttons of his shirt. One of my fingers brushed against the naked skin of his chest, he shivered under my touch. I was getting near to the last few buttons, his shirt clinging dangerously onto his abs, highlighting every single muscle under the thin white material.

I looked up at him, this time really looking at him. I now realised how much of a mess he looked. It looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days, and dark circles were present under his eyes. He looked like he just woke up from the dead. Well...he is dead, but he always looks far from it. I'm sure if he ever smiled it would bring some life to this place.

Trying to ignore the fact that my face was probably as red as a tomato, I undid the last button and pushed the shirt open so he could take it off. When he didn't move, I decided to take it off myself. I pulled the shirt off him, trying to look anywhere but his heavenly torso. "Okay...um, you can take your pants off now."

I walked out of the bathroom and went to get him a glass of water. Once I entered the bedroom again, I saw that the King was already in bed, tucked in.

Right before I was about to walk over to him, he began violently coughing and using his speed, he was in the bathroom in less than a second, puking his guts out. There he was, the oh so scary Vampire King, throwing up in the toilet.

I walked over to him and placed my hand on his back, rubbing up and down. At first he tensed up, probably wondering what I was doing, but then he slowly started to relax. "I'm okay, now." He whispered.

He stood up and brushed his teeth, waiting for him to finished. He rinsed his mouth and ignored my presence, walking past me and back to bed, sitting down on the edge. He put his head in his hands, resting his elbows on his knees.

I don't know why, but I found myself resting my hand on his knee. "Are you okay?" I asked. I don't know what made me ask that, he obviously wasn't okay. He looks like he's going to have a mental breakdown any second.

My own heart twisted as I saw his eyes fill with tears. He was crying. He kept rubbing his eyes as if the tears were going to disappear, but they wouldn't. I didn't know what to do, I wasn't used to this, I was used his usual cold self.

I offered the glass of water out to him and he took it, taking small sips from it. He turned to face and look at me with his bloodshot eyes, for the first time today. "Why are you doing this?" His cold tone was back now.

"Doing what?"

"Why are you doing this, Abigail? Why now? I thought you didn't care about me."

Even though his eyes were looking directly at me, I felt like he couldn't see me at all. I felt like he was talking to a different person. Her never used that tone with me, as if he wasn't almost begging. And Abigail, who's that?

Before I could question him, he let out a cry and gripped his forehead. I helped him lay down on he bed, his head hit the pillows and sat down next to him. My hand reached out and removed his hand that was gripping his head.

My hand replaced his and I started gently running my hands through his hair, hoping it would make him feel better. And it did, he stopped crying and closed his eyes.

Ethan's arm moved a little and it seemed like he was murmuring something. I didn't hear him at first, but then he spoke clearly.

"Why did you leave me, Mom?"

I stopped breathing.

I didn't say anything, I just continued running my hands through his hair until he fell asleep. Eventually he did, then I felt myself slowly drift asleep too.