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Bed behind him 39

    <b>Chapter </b>39


    Elena’s POV:


    I bent down to pick up Niki’s <b>zer </b>and tie<b>, </b>which he’d <b>carelessly </b>draped <b>over </b>the back of the sofa earlier. The fabric was warm, holding onto the residual heat from his body. As I folded them neatly <b>over </b>my arm, <b>I </b>couldn’t help but notice the faint, familiar scent of his cologne<b>–</b>clean, crisp.


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    Turning off the lights <b>as </b><b>I </b>moved, I made my way up the stairs<b>, </b>each step creaking softly beneath my weight. The house was old, and the wooden <b>staircase </b>had a character of its own, groaning and sighing with every footfall. <b>As </b><b>I </b><b>reached </b>thending, I <b>saw </b>Niki stepping out of my mother’s room, his brow furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line.


    <b>“</b>Everything okay<b>?</b>” <b>I </b>asked, pausing at the top of the stairs.


    He looked up, forcing a wry smile that didn’t quite reach his <b>eyes</b><b>. </b>“Yeah,” he <b>said</b>, shaking his head slightly. “Just… had a chat with your mom.”


    <b>get </b>


    <b>rest</b>.


    I raised an eyebrow but decided not to press further. Instead, I gestured toward my room. “Come on, let’s


    He followed me into my room, his <b>gaze </b><b>sweeping </b><b>over </b>the space. “This room <b>is </b>honestly exactly like <b>I </b>imagined it would look like,” he said, a hint of


    amusement in his voice<b>. </b>


    I looked around, trying to see it through his eyes<b>. </b><b>The </b>room was modest<b>, </b>with a wooden queen<b>–</b>sized bed that had seen better days, a matching side table, a study desk cluttered with books and papers, and a single cupboard that groaned every time I opened it. A long, thin floor–length mirror leaned against the wall, its frame chipped in ces.


    <b>“</b>Isn’t it too congested for you?” I asked, moving to <b>close </b>the window that overlooked the backyard. The night <b>air </b><b>was </b>slightly I turned on the air conditioner to keep the roomfortable.


    warmer than usual, and


    Niki shook his head, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling off his socks. <b>He </b>rolled them up and looked around for a <b>ce </b>to put


    “Just set them below the side <b>table</b><b>,</b><b>” </b><b>I </b>said, and he shrugged, cing them there.


    “Honestly? I kinda like the vibe,” he said, leaning back on his hands<b>. </b>“It doesn’t <b>seem </b>as <b>deste </b>as my house<b>.</b><b>” </b>


    them.


    I snorted, the sound escaping <b>before </b><b>I </b>could stop it. <b>“</b><b>Yeah</b>.” But then I paused, realizing how sad that actually was. I shook my head, trying to dispel the thought.


    “Do you want <i>to </i>shower first?” I <b>asked</b>, hoping to change the subject.


    <b>He </b>pushed himself off the bed and made his way <b>over </b>with a smirk, that familiar mischievous glint in his <b>eyes</b>. “<b>We </b>should shower together.”


    <b>I </b>rolled my <b>eyes</b><b>, </b><b>“</b>Yeah, that’s not possible<b>, </b>big guy. My bathroom <b>is </b>only big enough for one.”


    His brows hooked in mock disappointment as he nced toward the conjoined bathroom. “Alright, but… <b>I </b>didn’t reallye <b>prepared</b>. This <b>was </b><b>just </b><b>a </b><bst</b>–minute decision.”


    I looked him <b>over</b><b>, </b>taking in his office <b>attire</b><b>. </b>“Yeah, I could <b>tell</b><b>. </b>You do that a lot, don’t <b>you</b><b>?</b><b>” </b><b>He </b>always seemed <b>so </b>sudden in everything he did or <b>decided</b>. Like he constantly had something on his mind that he needed to distract himself from. I didn’t understand why <b>I </b>felt this <b>way</b>. I’d only known him for a week or so up close<b>. </b>


    He <b>frowned</b><b>, </b>shrugging. “Life <b>as </b>a kid was really boring, <b>so </b>my spontaneity started when I turned into an adult.”


    <b>I </b><b>couldn’t </b><b>help </b>butugh. “Go ahead and shower<b>. </b>I’ll bring you one of <b>George’s </b>nighties <b>after </b>asking Mom.


    <b>He </b><b>frowned </b><b>at </b>that<b>, </b>shaking his <b>head</b>. “<b>It’s </b>not needed. I <b>can </b><b>just </b><b>sleep </b>like this<b>.</b><b>” </b>


    His <b>refusal </b><b>made </b>me more suspicious and curious. “What <b>exactly </b>did you two talk about?”


    <b>He </b><b>sighed </b><b>after </b><b>a </b>long pause<b>, </b>running a hand through his hair. “She asked me why I invited Dmitri to the wedding<b>. </b>And if I <b>had</b>, then why had I let him <b>cause </b><b>a </b><b>scene</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>


    My <b>heart </b>dropped Of course<b>, </b>Mom would notice and question <b>Niki’s </b>motives.


    “What did <b>you </b><b>say </b><b>then</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>I asked, my <b>heart </b>jumping.


    He looked <b>a </b>little <b>guilty</b><b>. </b>“I kind of <b>lied </b>to <b>her</b>.” <b>He </b><b>paused</b>, and I <b>waited </b>with bated breath <b>before </b><b>he </b><b>finally </b>continued<b>, </b>“I told her that <b>you </b>wanted


    Dmitri to see<b>.” </b>


    My <b>eyes </b>widened<b>, </b><b>and </b>my stomach <b>recoiled</b><b>. </b><b>“</b>You <b>said </b>what?”


    “I’m sorry. <b>It’s </b><b>just</b><b>… </b><b>had </b>I said <b>that </b>he <b>was </b>my <b>family</b><b>, </b><b>your </b><b>mom </b><b>would </b><b>think </b><b>my </b><b>feelings </b><b>for </b><b>you </b><b>weren’t </b><b>genuine</b>. <b>She’d </b><b>question </b>the <b>story </b>we’d already <b>given her</b>, and so <b>I-</b><b>” </b>


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    <b>8:42 </b>PM


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    I cut him off. “No. No, it’s alright. Actually.” I swallowed. “Actually, you’re right. Even if you’d asked to uninvite Dmitri, I’d have told you not to.”


    And I felt shitty saying this, but it was true. I’d want Dmitri to witness me getting married.


    “What did Mom say then?”


    Niki’s lips quirked in a wry smile. “She… seemed upset. She said that you weren’t the type to do that.”


    I scoffed, rolling my <b>eyes</b>. “She thinks too highly of me.”


    After a tense silence, I sighed. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it too much. Go ahead and shower.”


    Niki nodded, heading into the bathroom.


    While he was in the shower, I made my <i>way </i>to my mother’s room. I knocked gently before entering.


    “Mom?” I asked, peeking in.


    She looked up from her book, her expression dazed. “Yes, dear?”


    “Can I borrow one of George’s clothes for Niki? He didn’t bring anything to sleep in.”


    She seemed a little sorrowful but nodded, getting up and moving to the wardrobe. She pulled out a stic package and handed it to me.


    “This one was new and unopened,” she said, yawning.


    I frowned, taking it from her. “I just hope it fits him.” After all, George wasn’t six feet plus like Niki.


    Back in my room, I ced the package on the bed and waited. A few minutester, Niki emerged from the bathroom, his hair damp and tousled. He was wearing just the trousers, which reached a little above his ankles, not looking as out of ce <b>as </b>I’d expected. But he was shirtless.


    “Why are you shirtless<b>?</b>” <b>I </b>asked.


    He proceeded to open the shirt and held it in front of him. I stifled augh as <b>I </b>saw the Mickey Mouse drawn on it that I hadn’t noticed before. Not to mention, it seemed too small for him.


    “I’m sorry,” I said, trying to keep a straight face.


    Niki smirked, his eyes gleaming. “It’s alright. After all… we won’t really be wearing clothes all night.”


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