Chapter 22: A secret

When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is Dimitri’s body next to mine. He is still laying on the bed staring at the ceiling. I am surprised to see him like that, by this hour he is usually gone or about to leave. I contemplate him in silence, his strong features, his sharp jawline, and his chest going up and down slowly as he breaths.

“Do you want to come with me to pick up Bolt from the vet?” He asks, his eyes still fixed to the ceiling.

“Yes,” I reply. I appreciate any chance of getting out of the complex and I am also eager to see how the dog is doing.

We get dressed and have breakfast. His face is still a little swollen from the blows he received last night, but his injuries don’t make him look ugly, they actually give him an air of bad boy that suits him well.