"I don't like you! Right?"

Chapter 4

𝙴𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟸𝟺, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷

I'm so sorry for not posting. I've been busy with my YouTube channel and more. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Y/n POV

I shivered under the covers. I was in Ira's room, which turned out to be very, very, VERY cold. Do they even have heaters here?

My thoughts kept trailing back to what Ira had said to me. Don't hate me, no matter what I do, please don't hate me. I frowned.

Why would I hate him? He's actually really caring, surprisingly. Who would have guessed a Mercenare could be this kind. Oh my god, it's freezing in here!

My teeth clattered together as I peeled off the two layers of blankets that were on me. Ira had volunteered to sleep on the floor, so I got his bed.

Ira's face had been so red when I said he could sleep with me. He refused instantly, muttering to himself how stupid I was. I chuckled quietly at the memory.

I dropped down from the bed silently. My feet touched the wooden planks. Even the floor is cold. I snuck up to Ira, kneeling down by his head.

He was sleeping soundly. Aww, he looks so cute when he's not with a giant Distain. I mustered up all the courage I had and laid down next to him.

I instantly felt warmer. His body radiated heat and his breathing warmed my cold cheeks. I placed my head on his chest. He's going to kill me in the morning.

But I was really cold. I closed my eyes, brushing off the fact that he was going to quite literally throw me out a window, and fell asleep.

Ira's POV

I yawned, rubbing my eyes. It was morning. I felt oddly warm last night. Like something...or someone was pressed up against me.

What would it be like to sleep with Y/n? My eyes widened at having such a thought. I was disgusted. Pfft. Like I would want to sleep with her.

I turned to my side, sighing. I froze, mouth slightly falling open. Y/n was sleeping right there next to me, sleeping peacefully.

Her h/c hair was fanned out on her pillow. She was breathing steadily. Her face looked peaceful and...calm. Why is she so calm? She just got kidnapped by her enemies.

Not the point, Ira. Why is she sleeping next to me?! When did she even move? Realization dawned on me. My room was pretty cold during the night. I had gotten used to it, but she obviously hadn't.

I groaned inwardly. I should have gotten her more blankets or something. No, wait. Why would I feel sorry for her? She's the enemy, Ira! Get a hold of yourself!

"Ira."

Y/n soft voice rang in my ears.

"Y-Yes?" I stuttered.

"Ira..." She hummed, trailing off.

Is she... talking in her sleep? Why would she say my name? Wait... does she like me?! I shook my head furiously. Of course she doesn't! She's only hung out with me a few times! Nobody would love someone like me anyways. And besides, it's not like I want her to.

The door suddenly creaked open. "Wake up, Ira." Marmo called, walking in. "King M-"

"Shh!" I hissed, pointing to Y/n, who was still fast asleep.

Marmo raised an eyebrow at me. Then she sighed, rolling her eyes. She whispered, "Wake her up. King Mercenare wants to meet her."

Marmo turned to walk out but paused, glancing at me.