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“He told me! Bless him,” I said, clutching my imaginary string of pearls around my neck.
He walked to the windows, looking at the storm clouds rolling in once again. “It looks like it might storm again this afternoon. What do you say we grab some lunch and spend the afternoon watching movies? I need some recovery time after you tried to kill me this morning anyway.”
“That sounds perfect. Want me to make you lunch?” I asked, walking back to the kitchen.
“Net. I have surprise for you. I sent Tori to my favorite deli. She’ll be back any minute now with the best sandwich you’ve ever eaten.”
“Oh, I love surprises! Did you know you were staying with me this whole time?”
“I suspected that Boss would take it easy on me after you tried to kill me this morning, but even if I didn’t get to stay, I could’ve had my sandwich later. It’s worth the wait.”
My stomach growled in anticipation.
Tori arrived soon after. Misha was right. It was the best sandwich of my life. “I’m going to have to run more if I keep eating like this,” I told him as I finished the last bite of my sandwich.
He groaned, wiping his mouth. He thought for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders. “At least it will be a delicious death.”
I started cleaning up our mess. “I’ll clean this up. You go pick the movie. I’m successfully in a food coma and would love to do nothing more than lie around for a while.”
His wide smile appeared as he got up from the counter. His boyish good looks becoming even more attractive when he smiled. Tori reappeared in the kitchen. She went to help me clean everything up. “It’s okay, Tori. I can clean this up. I feel bad for you to constantly be cleaning up after me.”
She gave me a tight smile. “It’s my job, Miss Sephie. Besides, I owe you for last night.”
“So, it went well…?” I asked, dying to know how it ended up.
“Very well, Miss Sephie. He was so nervous to start with, but he relaxed after Boss came back. He was almost completely different when we went for a walk after dinner.”
“He was so worried he was going to get in trouble. He’s adorable. I’m very happy that it went well.”
She grabbed my hand, looking at me seriously. “Thank you. You’re going to have to give me your secret on how you’ve changed all of them for the better in such a short time.”
I blushed. “No secret. I haven’t done anything other than allow them to be who they are.”
She gave me the same tight smile but said nothing further. Her reaction gave me pause, but I brushed it off as Misha yelled from the other room, asking me to choose between two movies. “My babysitter beckons!” I said dramatically as I left the kitchen.
We couldn’t make the decision between two movies, so we decided to watch them both. Not like we had much else to do that afternoon.
The first movie was about a fictitious war, with all the fighting and gore you would expect. Maybe a little over the top but a good movie. I enjoyed Misha pointing out mistakes in the fight scenes. He would point at the screen and say, “That’s not even humanly possible” or “He would be dead if he tried that in real life.” It made me laugh every time.
The second movie was a bit of a supernatural thriller. Ghosts, demons, and the like. The sky had gotten darker outside when we started the second movie, as the storm was now directly above us. The thunder rumbling and flashes of lightning added to the eerie feel of the movie. I didn’t usually get scared at these types of movies, but this one was creeping me out. I jumped a few times at what was happening on the screen. Misha laughed at me, but he still got up and moved to the couch I was on. He picked my feet up, placing them in his lap as he sat down.
“Don’t worry, gazelle, I’ll protect you.”
I kicked him in his ribs, gently, “I am not a gazelle!”
“You’re a gazelle. Or would you prefer wildebeest? Zebra, maybe?”
I scoffed. “Fine. I’ll stick with gazelle.”
He laughed and patted my legs. “That’s what I thought, gazelle.”
I glared at him. “I hate you.”
“I know,” he said, his wide smile stretching across his face once more.
The movie ended, but the storm was still raging outside. Misha had fallen asleep as the movie was ending. He had stretched out beside me, his legs behind me on the couch. He still had his arm protectively around my legs as he slept. I smiled at how innocent he looked when he slept.
I watched the lightning show through the expansive windows. There was always something about storms that I loved. My mother told me I was born in a thunderstorm. She would say, “Children born in a storm can walk in the dark without fear, for they know the light is always with them.”
