Elena
I opened the door wider for him. He stretched his hand towards me, holding a glass of water. Oh, silly me.
“Why are you giving me this?” I asked with an arched brow.
“Don't you need it?”
I blinked at him as I took the glass of water and placed it on my bedside table. “Thank you for the water,” I said with a faint smile.
All of a sudden, he grabbed my arm. “What is it?”
I asked with a perplexed expression. “You keep hiding this hand behind you. Why?”
He asked as he tilted his head.
“Uh–nothing. What's so special about handing a hand?”
“I know your mannerisms, and you don't do that. This is the first time. Did you hurt yourself?” He asked as he tried to examine my hand.
I guess he's very observant.
“Uh–no, I'm fine. You can go to bed.”
“Elena.” The way he mentioned
