Foreign Love

XXIII - Not Enough

Chapter 23: Not Enough

An inopportune sun ray passed through a small gap in my curtains and hit my face. I stretched an arm to the watch on my nightstand and grabbed it. 7:30.

I growled and turned around, hitting the boy who was sleeping by my side, making me let out a curt interjection of surprise. As you can tell, I'd forgotten he was sleeping next to me. It was something that had never happened until that very morning, but I could easily get used to it.

He grumbled a few ununderstandable words, probably in Russian, and wrapped an arm around my neck, pulling me closer, as if I was some sort of plush kids hug to sleep. I hardly doubt he did that on purpose — he was definitely still asleep. I tried to talk to him, but, hearing no answer, I leaned my head on his chest and took a nap.

Four hours later, I woke up.

I opened my eyes, trying to recognize the place I was in. I looked up and saw Nikolai staring at me. When our eyes met, he smiled. "Good morning."

"Good morning." I kissed him. "What time is it?"

"11:30." I widened my eyes and he laughed. "Don't worry: it's Saturday."

I sighed in relief. "Yes. How'd you sleep?"

"Like an angel," he answered, rushing his fingers through my hair. "You like it when I do that, don't you?"

"Uhum. It made me fall asleep almost instantly last night." He chuckled.

"Yeah, I noticed. I was talking to you in a second then in the next you were snoring." I lightly slapped his chest and he laughed.

"That's not true! I don't snore."

"No, you don't, I was just teasing you, but you do talk when you're sleeping." I frowned.

"Really?" He nodded. "I didn't know that." I chuckled. "What did I say?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. You speak French when you're sleeping."

I didn't know whether I should feel surprised, proud or amused by that news. Talking when sleeping is not an uncommon thing, but talking in a foreign language? That was a whole other level.

"Wow."

"Well, I don't know much about French, but I think I heard you saying Je t'aime, Kolyenka." I laughed.

"And I suppose you know what that means?" I asked. He moved his head from side to side as if saying kind of.

"I think I do, but can you please remind me?"

"I love you, Kolyenka." He nodded, trying his best not to smile.

"Um, I guessed right, then. Can I hear it once again?"

"Only if you kiss me."

He smiled. "That could be arranged." He pulled me on top of him and kissed me. I felt something growing against my leg and chuckled.

"What?"

"You're still naked." He shrugged.

"And? So are you. And that's why I think we shoul-"

Someone knocked on the door and I immediately pulled away. "Tom?" The voice called. It was my mother.

"Should I let her in?" I asked Nikolai.

"We're under the sheets; she won't see anything. Besides, she knows." I nodded.

"Okay. Try not to give her a hey-I-just-deflowered-your-son kind of look, please."