He Bought Me

24.

Boris didn't walk me back to my new room so I had to go to my old one. His room. The room where Boris took my virginity. The room seems...odd. The bed has new sheets, I was bleeding like crazy that day. The dirty clothes I left here are now, washed and nicely put away in the dresser.

I brush my teeth then wash my face. "Please, no..." I groan. I have my freaking period! I check under sink, there are pads and tampons.

I change into black sweatpants and stay with my thin sweater.

Boris is waiting for me by the front door. He had also changed, dark blue jeans and a black sweater, casual has never looked so fucking sexy. He's holding my jacket. "What?" he asks. I didn't notice I had stopped and am now, staring at him like an idiot.

"You look...handsome" I smile.

He battles a smile, "Let's go"

"Where are we going?" I ask when we reach the end of the driveway.

"Um...town" Boris answers, "You look pretty" he whispers. I thank him then we return to painful silence. I continue to stare out of the window, watching the large tree zome by. I feel like the world is moving so fast, not us, we're still. My knees begin to ache with pain. I don't stomach cramps, I get knee cramps. I turn my body and place my legs on Boris's lap. He rests his just above my knee, then, with his thumb, rubs my knee. I hiss in pain.

"What was that?" he asks, concern strong in his voice.

"My knees hurt" I try to swing my legs off but he grabs them and yanks them back.

"Did you fall?"

"No. Can we leave it?" I beg, pouting. His face is stone-like and unreadable. I have to look away from his hard gaze.

"Fine" he growls.

We drive for another twenty minutes then stop in front of a movie theater. I try to contain my excitement, Martin could've just stopped stop in front. Boris helps me out of the car, shuts the door then rests his hand on my lower back and ushers me to the doors. I squeal. "What?" he chuckles.

"We're going to the movies" I answer. He stops, causing me to stop, as we approach the doors. He turns me to face him.

"It's...how would you see this?" he seems...afraid?

"Us hanging out?" what does he want me to say? Disappointment forms his handsome features, then he looks down, trying to hide it. "Boris?" I whisper, "Do you want it to be something?"

"Fuck" he mutters then our eyes lock, "I do"

I nod as I rise on my toes and fold my arms around his shoulders. "Whatever you want, baby" I whisper. His body seems to soften as he leans down and kisses me. A date? If so, us? Him? He would never go on a date. Not my beast.

"Franky" he groans into my mouth. Our lips part, I whimper, making sure Boris heard me. He chuckles.

"I'm funny now?" I raise my eyebrows.

He caresses my cheek, "You're adorable"

"You had to pick this fucking movie" Boris snarls. We take our seats, in the back since he's so tall and huge, then I snatch my pretzels from him. I had picked some comedy just to see what makes him laugh.

"Be nice" I beg, he rolls his eyes then anchors his arm on my shoulders. I try to ignore my heart skipping a beat when he does this.

"I am" he fake smiles.

Boris was miserable the whole time, scowling the audience when they burst into laughter. His arm never left my body, he held me close and kisses my temple every time I giggled. I ray he stays like this.