I wake up in the morning staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. I turn my head to the side and see Troy sleeping peacefully. He looks so young and innocent. I reach over and gently move my fingers across his soft face. His cheeks are warm with a thin coating of stubble.
His eyes flutter open before I can trace his lips.
"What are you doing?" His voice is raspy and his expression is confused.
"There was something on your cheek and I brushed it off." He smiles at my horrible lie and just shakes his head.
"What do you want to do today?" He asks and I respond with a shrug. I want him to go to the hospital and have his ribs checked. I tell him to go to the hospital and he shakes his head no and says he is fine.
He sits up and hisses in pain.
"Lift up your shirt and show me your ribs." He does and the bruises aren't as dark but still looks bad. "Please go to the hospital. Please."
"Fine but only if you let me take you where I want when we leave." I accept his proposal.
He sits up and walks out the room. My stomach growls and I follow him to the kitchen.
"Want some breakfast? I have cereal, toast, oatmeal..." he trails off towards the end. We both eat frosted flakes with not a single word spoken. The silence is very awkward, especially since I would never expect him to be so nice.
"Where do you want to take me?" I break the silence.
"Why to my sex chamber, of course," he replies with a huge smirk on his face. "No, my dad built a cabin near a river about an hour from here. It is amazing. I loved going there when I was younger and still do."
I just nod and finish my cereal. I bring my bowl to the sink and before I begin doing this dishes, he voice startles me.
"My maid will do the dishes when she gets here." He is right behind me. I hear his steady breathing.
"Um...er...I need to put my bowl in the sink." He breaks the awkward silence. I shuffle out the way and go back to the room.
"Shit. All I have to wear is my dress." I say to myself.
Troy POV:
Its awkward trying to talk to her without slipping up about my liking of her. She is so beautiful. Her blonde hair and blue eyes. It sucks that all she thinks of me is that I am an asshole. I'm going to try and use today to possibly change her mind about who I truly am.
I mean yeah I sleep around and can be rude, but I am actually willing to change for her.
Ugh, my ribs hurt every time I fucking breathe. This is some of the worst pain I have ever been in.
I walk into my bathroom and take 4 Advil. I look up and see my bruised face in the mirror.
"Damn, I look rough." I quickly shave my face and brush my teeth.
She might need to brush her teeth, I think to myself. I search my cabinet and find a brand new brush.
I walk out the bathroom and she her down the hallway in my bedroom. I walk over to her.
"I found a tooth brush." I say shakily. I'm so awkward around her. I don't want to say the wrong thing and fuck up.
She half smiles revealing her dimple.
So damn gorgeous.
I fight the urge to pull her in my arms and tell her how much I like her. God, I need help with all these feelings.
"When are we leaving?" She asks.
"In,I don't know, 10 minutes I guess." She nods and walks past me towards the bathroom.
