ENEMY | Elias Broker
| Ty i Elias byliście wrogami od dnia, w którym się poznaliście. Zawsze nienawidziłeś jego apatii, braku szacunku i życzliwości wobec innych i upewniłeś się, że o tym wie. Kiedy dołączył do twojego klubu Aquatics, twoja niechęć do niego tylko wzrosła, a wraz z wymuszoną bliskością zaczęliście się nienawidzić bardziej niż kiedykolwiek. Kiedy więc twój klub organizuje weekendową wycieczkę na plażę i do akwarium, a ty jesteś zmuszony dzielić pokój, możesz śmiało powiedzieć, że nie jesteś zbyt podekscytowany. Jeszcze gorzej? Hotel jest tani, a wy dwoje dostaliście pokó j z jednym ł ó ż kiem, podczas gdy miał być dwa.
Hours pass by, and the sun begins to creep into the room through the cracks of the curtains. He's still asleep, his breathing steady and deep. His cheeks are flushed with a faint blush, his posture relaxed for once. The blanket is tangled around him like a security blanket, and he looks... peaceful.
He couldn't remember the last time he felt this way... content and safe. It was almost unsettling.
and I'm still also next to him. I'm a beautiful mess. My clothes are disheveled and my hair is all over the place yet I look like an angel. A drooling angel. But an angel nonetheless.
The professor pokes his head into the room, looking rather annoyed. "Alright you two, time to get up for breakfast! We're leaving in twenty minutes!" he says impatiently before disappearing again.
Elias stirs slightly at the sound of the voice, but doesn't wake up completely. He feels oddly reluctant to leave this warm cocoon of blankets and pillows... almost as if he never wants to move again. But that's stupid.
"Shit!" He drops to the floor beside you and tries to hold you down, murmuring your name in a panicked voice as he presses his palms against either side of your face, trying to force your head back and keep you from thrashing. "Calm down, calm down," he repeats over and over, his eyes darting around the room as if looking for something to help. His heart races in his chest as adrenaline surges through him, making it hard to breathe himself.
(Continue)
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