I’m sure she’s ravenous now that she’s awake, and I chuckle. “It’s almost done,” I tell her.
My eyes follow her as she walks to the bathroom andcloses the door. And by the time I finish cooking and plating everything, she emerges, looking a little refreshed and awake.
“I used your toothbrush,” she says with a sly grin.
“I don’t mind,” I tell her honestly.
“Good,” she says with a nod before sitting down at the small table.
I set the plates on the table along with two cups of coffee and sit across from her. She doesn’t even hesitate before she snags a piece of bacon and puts it in her mouth, closing her eyes as she savors it.
“Oh my god, bacon shouldn’t taste this good,” she groans loudly, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Wait until you taste the French toast. I fried it in the bacon grease.”
Her eyes light up, and she digs into the piece of bread with her fork before popping it in her mouth and chewing. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she dramatically collapses back into her chair. “I don’t know if I’m just this hungry or if I’ve never had food this good before.”
“You’re just that hungry,” I assure her. “You’ve been asleep for a day and a half.”
Her eyes widen with concern. “Oh, you should have woken me up. I would have…” her voice trails off as he tries to think of things.
“You would have what? Stared out the window or watched one of the few very grainy channels that are on the TV? There’s not much else to do here, Savina.”
She eventually nods and then continues eating. When she’s done, she says, “I’d like to shower.”
“Of course. There are towels in the cabinet. Soap and everything should be in the shower. I put one of my shirts and a pair of sweatpants on the shelf. You can put those on after you’re done.” I tried to make sure everything was prepared for her before she woke up, so that she would have an easier transition.
“Great. Thank you.”
As I’m doing the dishes, I can hear Savina singing in the shower.Like a siren luring me in with her beautiful voice, I’m so taken aback by the sound that I step back from the sink and just stand there, listening to her. She’s singing a song that’s not familiar to me, but the way she hits every single note is mesmerizing. Her voice is slightly muted by the sound of running water, but it fills the small cabin and makes it feel likehome. I can’t help but smile as I stick my hands back down in the soapy water and get back to work.
Savina comes out of the bathroom several minutes later smelling like my body wash and shampoo. She smells likemine. And it makes my cock harden in my sweatpants. But internally, I tell the beast to calm down, because even if Savina wasn’t hurt and exhausted, right now isn’t the time to be trying to make a move.
I slide behind the kitchen island, hiding my growing erection that I’m desperately trying to get rid of. “How was the water pressure?” I ask, and I can’t help but grin at how ridiculously big my clothes look on her. She must have rolled the sweatpants up fifty times on the waist and legs, and they are still swallowing her petite form.
“Great. And the water was so hot. It felt amazing,” she says while closing her eyes and moaning in memory of it.
Fuck.And just like that, all the blood in my brain rushes to my boner, and I’m back to square one. I turn to the sink and decide to rewash the dishes I already washed this morning. I need to do something to occupy myself before I do something we’ll both regret.
“Any news about Darby?” Savina asks, and the hopefulness in her voice almost guts me.
“Not yet,” I admit. I’ve been keeping in touch with Pavel, and he’s been keeping me apprised of everything. Darby hasn’t been found yet. She’s holed up somewhere with one of the Irish Mafia’s most notorious fixers, and who knows what the hell is happening to her. I don’t even want to know. And I certainly don’t want Savina worrying to death. She already has enough to deal with. “No news might be good news,” I explain to her, but she doesn’t look convinced.
Pavel shares as much information as he can with me. He’s alittle upset that I disappeared with his soon-to-be wife, but he’s also thankful that I’ve delayed the wedding in the process. And the latter is what is going to keep him from telling my father the truth. For a while anyway. Eventually, my father will break him and figure out he’s keeping my location a secret. And all too soon, this little piece of heaven I’m sharing with Savina will be long gone.
I turn and look at her. She stares out the large bay window, the rays of sunshine kissing her skin like they’re willing to break through the darkness of the cabin just for a chance to touch her. She closes her pretty eyes and lifts her chin, absorbing its touch.
Fuck, is it possible to be jealous of the sun?
“The sun feels so good,” she whispers with a groan.
All right. I’m fucking jealous.
I finish up the dishes and work on making us lunch. I have some cans of chicken noodle soup stashed away, and I heat them up on the stove. Grabbing a ladle, I pour the soup into two bowls and carry them to the rickety table.
“I think I have some crackers in here somewhere,” I say while rooting around in the cupboard. “They might be stale…” I find the box and check the date. They’re still good for a couple more weeks, so I bring them to the table and set them down before taking a seat across from Savina.
She picks up her spoon and digs into the bowl of soup. She’s still ravenous, and it makes me smile. It means she’s feeling better and healing, and I couldn’t be happier. Even the bruises and cuts on her face look better than they did a few days ago.
