Just Hold Me (Sidney Crosby) EDITING THEN CONTINUING

Chapter 25 - Morning

I wake up to sunlight shining through a window above the bedside table of a Russian man's home.

A bare arm is draped over me from behind.

I look down and see that I am shirtless.

What the fuck, I think to myself as I turn to face the person beside me.

Sidney.

Oh fuck.

Did we? Did I?

OH FUCK.

I breathe in deeply and place a hand on his face.

He wakes up slowly and gorgeously.

He places his hand on my hand and takes it, admiring it.

He kisses it, looking up at me.

"Morning, Beautiful."

"Did we?"

He nodded and kissed my hand again, bringing it to his chest, smiling.

He leans up and kisses me a few times. Then he brought me down in a hug.

"What time is it?" I ask, muffling against his naked chest.

"2." He says after a second of upward movement.

I sigh against him.

"I'm glad I've got a girl who likes to sleep as much as I do."

I smile against his skin.

"We should get dressed and make it at least seem like we didn't do the frick frack."

He nodded.

We gathered our scattered clothes.

I slip on my bra and underwear, Evgeni's sweatpants and a white V-neck I had on before I came to Sid's practice. I left my dark skinny jeans in a folded triangle on the now, made bed.

I look over at Sid in his boxers and notice a long slash on his stomach.

"Sidney!"

"HUH?" He says loudly, startled.

"What did you do to your stomach?" I ask, walking over to him.

"Oh, uh, last night, during the struggle--"

"Oh! Baby! Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

*Sidney's Point of View*

"Yeah baby. It doesn't even hurt anymore." I say, smiling and looking down at the small girl clutching the sides of my hips, admiring my wound.

"We need to clean it." She says, still in shock.

"Well, let me put my pants on."

"Oh. Yeah, sure...whatever." She says, turning away.

I smile as she walks away, pulling my pants on.

I start to put my shirt on.

"No, no, no. Leave it off. You might get blood on it."

She takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom.

I earn a look from G while I'm at it.

He raises his eyebrows above his droopy, Russian eyes.

I sat down on Geno's bathtub edge while Hannah got a washcloth wet.

I stare at her, admiring every little curve and edge.

She walks over to me and starts to rub my cut.

"HAH. OW!" I say.

"IT DIDN'T HURT BEFORE BUT IT DOES NOW."