I'm yours

Part 14

„No… no, no, no, no, no, no… NO! Fucking shit! Why now?“ Beth was panicking in front of her door, unable to find the keys. They weren’t in the coat, or in her pants. Not even in her bag, even though she put every single stuff out of it and yet it wasn’t there. It wasn’t enough that a car passed right in front of them, making the slush from the road end up on Beth and Sebastian. She still searched for the keys while the dirt dripped from her hair and clothes until she remembered she could call Mr. Johnson, the building’s repairman. Turned out her phone was in her bag all along, but buried under the books.
“Hello, Mr. Johnson?”, “That’s me. Who is it?”, “This is Elizabeth Brant, Thompson’s Street 59, you work here.”, “I know where I work.”, “Yeah, sorry. Anyway, it seems that I lost my keys. Is there a way for you to unlock the door for me, please?”, “As if. There’s no way I’ll come over there from my home. Did you see the weather outside? It hasn’t been like this since I was a kid.”, “Mr. Johnson, please, I live here and don’t have anywhere to go.”, “Find a hotel. I’ll come when the weather calms down.” With those last words he ended the call, leaving Beth furiously looking at the screen. “That son of a bitch!” she yelled and threw her phone in the wall, causing it to break into 3 pieces. ‘Find a hotel, he says. I would if my wallet wasn’t inside, locked! It looks like it’s gonna fall forever. Just great. Deb’s not in town and there’s no way for me to break that door.’ With a long sigh she sat on the cold floor and leaned on the wall. ‘I can just peacefully die here.’

“Beth? Beth?” Beth heard through sleep someone calling for her and gently shaking her shoulders.  As she opened her eyes and looked a pair of red eyes, she reflexively moved away and hit her head in the edge of the wall. “Ow… What are you doing here?” Beth asked while rubbing the hit place on her head. “I should be asking you the same question. What happened? Why are you doing here?” Sebastian asked while crouching to be in the same height level as her. Beth yawned and rubbed her eyes. “I lost my keys and Mr. Johnson doesn’t want to come to unlock the door until the weather calms down. And also, the spare one is inside.”, “You dummy. You could have asked me.”, “What, you have the spare one?” he laughed at her statement and helped her stand up. “No, you can wait at my place. Knowing Mr. Johnson, he won’t come until tomorrow.” Beth’s face got a little frightened. “W-what do you mean tomorrow?”, “Well, once I asked him to repair my sink and he didn’t come for a week.” Beth’s brow started twitching in anger. ‘That son of a bitch…’, “I don’t want to bug you…” Beth started talking, but got interrupted by a sudden push on her back. “Stop talking nonsense, get in.” he said with a smile while taking her bag from the floor. ‘Oh, Jesus…’

As Beth was taking her shoes off in the hall, Sebastian went somewhere and soon came back, carrying something in his hands, just as Beth hung her coat. “Here are some clothes for you. I don’t think they’ll be too big, but I don’t have anything smaller.” He quickly said and handed them to Beth. “Wha-”, “I also don’t have any ‘girly’ shampoos, so just use these.” He showed at the shelf full of shampoos. “Ciel brought his and didn’t take them with him, just so you don’t think I’m a shampoo freak. Also, here are towels. Are two enough for you?” as he was talking and explaining things, Beth could just follow his movements and nod her head. “Okay, what else… Uhm, a comb… and…”, “Thank you, I don’t need anything else.” Beth said and smiled, leaving the given stuff on the counter. When he got out, she sighed and looked at her reflection in the mirror. No wonder Sebastian was persistent for her to have shower. She was dirty on the face and the hair, which was still wet from the slush, just as her pants and socks and shirt. After she dressed down and neatly put her clothes on the pile, she got in the shower cabin, not waiting for water to become colder. She already got used to shower with boiling water. Beth took a glance at the shampoo shelf. The bottles were all dark-blue or black, with ‘for men’ etiquette. ‘Obviously, Beth.’ Soon, the bathroom was filled with steam from the hot water and Beth got out, wrapping the towel around her hair and drying her body.
“This is… huge.” Beth said after putting Sebastian’s sweatpants and T-shirt on. Luckily, she could tie the sweatpants, so they didn’t fall. But the T-shirt was at least three sizes too big on her. The sleeves reached her elbows and the rest of it reached her thighs. ‘Is he really that big? And he even said he didn’t have anything smaller. Holy Jesus…’
 After drying and combing her hair, she got out of the bathroom, expecting for the temperature to be drastic lower, but it didn’t.  It was almost as same as in the bathroom. Beth followed the sound of plates hitting the table and she found herself in the living room, combined with the dining room. Sebastian was setting the table for dinner and turned to her when she came in. “I think it’s a little too big, after all…” Beth insecurely said while looking at him. “A-are you alright? Your nose is still bleeding…” she asked when the blood started dripping from his nose once again. He rushed to bathroom, probably to wash the blood and Beth just shrugged with her shoulders and looked out of the window. The snow was still falling and it was dark, so Mr. Johnson definitely won’t come today.
“Put this on.” Sebastian suddenly said while putting a pair of slippers in front of her. ”These are also the smallest.”, “In what way is that small? It’s like two boxes.” Beth said in surprise after seeing the slippers. What size do you wear, anyway?”, “11 and 1/2.” Beth just blinked and went to sit down, dragging her feet in overly sized slippers. “I feel like a kid in this.”
Sebastian started putting food on the table and the smell made Beth’s stomach growl, quietly.
After dinner Sebastian made coffee and they slowly drank it while sitting on the couch and watching news. On every channel were news about the horrible weather that suddenly came and accidents that the weather caused. “…The temperatures will be down to -4°F with the continuing storm…” Beth almost froze when she heard about the temperature and snow. It practically meant that she was stuck in here with Sebastian until Mr. Son Of A Bitch decides to come. “Well, this sucks…” Sebastian suddenly said, with his head leaned on the couch. ‘Okay, I’ll admit it, he looks good in that position.’, “You want to watch movies?” he asked and stretched while the cracking noises echoed through the apartment. “Uhm… sure.” He nodded and started listing through the channels. ‘Were his arms always that muscular?’ Beth asked herself after studying his arms. The T-shirt he was wearing looked almost small on him. ‘Hot damn.’
After 5 minutes of listing, asking ‘What about this one?’ and answering ‘I was fine with the last one, too.’, Beth, almost angrily, said:”Just leave on this one.”, “This one? Or this one?” Sebastian teased her while smiling and changing channels. Beth sighed and leaned on the couch as well. “I don’t even care anymore.”, “Right, right. Here, I’ll leave this one.” He finally said and put the remote down. Not even 10 minutes passed when he started. “Are you hungry?”, “We just ate.”, “So?”, “… Yeah, you have a point there.”, “I know, I know…” he said with a smile while passing with his hand through his hair. “Are you thirsty?”, “Yes.” Beth simply said because even if she said no, he’d persuade her to drink, somehow.
After he went to kitchen, Beth was partly watching the movie and partly him, because he was still asking questions. But after seeing his defined muscle texture under his shirt when he was reaching the bowls from the top shelf, she decided to stick to the movie.
“Is it tense? What happened?” he suddenly showed up, carrying snacks and bottles in his hands. “Nah, just some torturing scenes.”, “So, it is a horror movie.”, “If you insist on calling it like that.”, “Do you like horrors?”, “Pretty much. You?”, “Likewise.”
In the middle of the movie, after they ate and drank everything, Beth fell asleep in the corner of the couch.

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Beth rubbed her eyes when hard-rock music started playing near her. She knew that it was her alarm clock, every day at 7 am. When she put her glasses on and turned the alarm off, it took her a while to realize that she wasn’t in her bed or in her room. She was overly hot so she uncovered herself. Two winter blankets and a quilt. ‘That man is insane…’ As she was rubbing her eyes, she slowly remembered how she all sleepy went into his bed. 'That sounds wrong on so many levels.'
She was still in the clothes from yesterday, thank God, so she got out of the room and went to the living room, yawning like crazy. Sebastian wasn’t there nor in the kitchen, so she assumed he was in the bathroom. Her assumptions seemed right when he came in the living room with wet hair and a towel around his neck. “Oh… good morning.” He said surprisingly. “’Morning…” Beth said and yawned once again. “Did you not get enough sleep?” Sebastian asked while getting in the kitchen. “I did… I just need a moment to come round.”, “Huh. I thought you were going to sleep until the afternoon.”, “Please, I don’t remember the last time I slept that long.”, “Me neither.”, “And what is wrong with you? I was almost cooked while sleeping.”, “You mean you were hot?”, “Yes.”, “Well, you did say you were cold, so I put extra blankets.”, “Jesus…”, “Here’s coffee.”, “Thank you.”