His Daredevil

13

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Chapter Thirteen - Heated Emotions

A few days later – not a continuation of previous chapter.

I wake up in the middle of the night with my heart racing because of the nightmare I just had. Sighing in relief when I'm greeted by familiar surroundings I place a hand over my chest and will myself to calm down. I sit up in bed after a few moments before deciding to go get a glass of water.

Hopping out of bed I put my slippers on before leaving the room. The hallway light is off which makes me frown since Roman always leaves it on after coming home. I wonder if he's still out as I walk past the sitting room and into the kitchen. As I'm sipping I walk back out only to freeze when I spot him sleeping on the couch.

Leaning over to get a better look I smile softly when I see him cuddling a cushion to his chest. I spot a blanket on the armchair nearby and set down my glass before opening it up and draping it over him. But I haven't even fully covered his legs when I'm pulled underneath him in a flash with his fist raised to hit me. His other hand is choking me and making me regret caring if he was cold or not.

"Roman!" I half shriek, half croak as I push against his chest.

He pauses before jumping off me as if I'm on fire. "What the fuck Elena?!"

"I thought you were cold!" I cough as I rub my slightly sore neck.

"Why didn't you wake me up!"

"Why on earth would I do that?!" I sputter incredulously.

"Because then I wouldn't mistake you for an intruder and hurt you!" He snaps with a face palm.

"Then why are you keeping me in this place that's not so safe after all?!" I argue as I take a sip from the glass of water he hands to me.

"It is safe and because you have a fucking death wish so this is the only way you won't get yourself killed!" He crosses his arms with a glare.

We glare at each other silently before I huff and take another sip of water. "I'm still waiting on an apology for almost killing me."

"I'm sorry...for almost doing myself a favor."

"Rome!"

He snickers quietly before shutting up when I throw a cushion at his face. He takes a seat beside me again and we lapse into silence before a question pops into my mind. I put down the glass and turn to him only to see him drifting off to sleep again.

"Why aren't you in bed?" I frown thoughtfully.

"You're in my bed –"

"Please don't tell me you've been sleeping on this uncomfortable couch ever since I got here!" I come to the startling realization with wide eyes. He shrugs with a nod of confirmation and I groan in exasperation. "Rome! We've shared a bed before! It's not like I'll kick you out!"