Five Hundred Miles

1.7: Pissing him off.

Chapter 1.7: Pissing him off.

[“I missed you every hour. And you know what the worst part was? It caught me completely by surprise. I'd catch myself just walking around to find you, not for any reason, just out of habit, because I'd seen something that I wanted to tell you about or because I wanted to hear your voice. And then I'd realize that you weren't there anymore, and every time, every single time, it was like having the wind knocked out of me. I've risked my life for you. I've walked half the length of Ravka for you, and I'd do it again and again and again just to be with you, just to starve with you and freeze with you and hear you complain about hard cheese every day. So don't tell me why we don't belong together," he said fiercely.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone]

Gotta love Gideon, he looks real amazing!

"Shh..." I wake up to a chest, damp. "Don't...cry."

"A dream," I whisper against his chest. I love the warmth that radiates through him.

"I'm here," Gideon says. "You're safe."

"A dream," I whisper again. It all seems to happen just yesterday. It all went so fast.

"You were crying, screaming, and i heard you. It's okay now, I'm here," he says firmly, tugging me closer. I want nothing but to weep over everything again. Yes, I was foolish to go through that by myself. I was so foolish.

"Nobody can save me, but myself," I say, my voice hoarse from the sleep and my cries.

"I can help you," he whispers into my hair. “I can wake you up every time you have a bad dream, I can do that,"

“Those were not dreams," I say, though remembering that seconds before I was just trying to convince myself that it was a dream.

“Whatever it Is, you were wailing."

“What time is it?" I ask, struggling out of him. He reluctantly lets go, and glances at his watch.

“Five in the morning." He grimaces.

Wow, That's early. All of my tire has been washed away. And I mentioned before that I'm not a morning person.

“After I wash up, let's go to work out." I jump off the bed, not missing his curious look at me. I hate to say this, but my huge P must be visiting me right now as I can literally feel it between my thighs. It's really fortunate of me not to get any blood on the mattress. “Gideon, please leave me to change for a while. In half an hour, I'll be meeting you at the basement."

He smirks and gives me an approving nod. “Okay,"

I immediately rush to the toilet, take a shower, and brush my teeth. My pj pants is ruined. Damn myself. I clean it up, soaking it with soap and brushing the red off as hard as I can.

Then, I hang my pj on a hanger, changing into comfortable clothes. I don't wish to work out anymore after all this. I don't want to move. Ugh.

But a promise is a promise. And I really need to get exercising because I'll get fat if I don't.

Gideon has his back facing me, and I can see that he's already doing sit-ups. He has a really muscular back, but there are scars jarred across it. His muscles flex as he move.

He spots me while he's lying down, panting. “Finished your bath? Time to get started."

He jumps to his feet like it's nothing, and the next second he's already having his arm around my waist.

“Eww, sticky arm! Get it away from me!" I squeal, faking a disgust. He shrugs and lets go.

“What do you want to start with?" He asks.