CHAPTER TWO
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Michael’s POV
I usually toss around in my sleep, so when I tried to turn over and something tightened around my waist, I just.. froze for a second.
I reached back, half-asleep, thinking it was my stuffed bear. But since when did Winnie the Pooh have abs?
Huh?
I blinked, still not fully awake, and dragged my fingers across his chest. Okay it was not soft, neither was it fluffy. It was.. warm, solid and very… not teddy bear.
“I didn’t know you liked touching me this much, baby.”
The low voice with a soft Russian accent instantly snapped me fully awake so fast my brain almost tripped over itself. My eyes flew open and they were instantly met with a pair of green eyes.
Oh.
Oh no.
He’s awake.
I didn’t even think, I just scrambled off the bed so fast I almost tripped and bolted for the door.
“Relax. There’s no one here.” He said, laughing softly. What the f**k was funny?!
And why does that laugh sound like that?
Focus.
“My-my roommates.” I started, already panicking. “they’ll be back soon. You—you have to go.”
“And why would I leave?” He asked, like I’d just said something stupid, propping himself up on one elbow and looking way too comfortable in my bed.
Is he serious right now?
“Dude, you have to go.” I said, louder this time. “I don’t want anyone to find you here.”
Especially not that guy.
He sighed and finally got off the bed. Then he just.. walked up to me. Too close.
Okay, way too close.
He reached out and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Did you not tell your friends about us, baby?” he said, tilting his head slightly.
My brain stopped. What the f**k was this guy talking about?
“Wait… what?”
“Are you that ashamed of us?” He added, pouting.
Okay no. No, no, no.
I grabbed his arm and pulled him down a bit, pressing my hand to his forehead.
Normal. It was not hot.
Then I pushed him down to kneel a little, he actually let me, which was weird, and checked his head, his hair, everywhere I could see. There was no blood.
Nothing.
So why is he talking like this??
If he’s not dying, then what is wrong with him?
“Do you enjoy touching me that much?” He said again, laughing under his breath.
I just stared at him. Because what the hell am I even supposed to say to that?
I suddenly heard the sound of rustling materials downstairs and the jangle of keys. f**k. My roommates were here!
“Run. You have to hide.” I whispered, already pushing him a little.
“No. Why should I hide?” He said, like this was a normal conversation to have.
“Um.. because—” because you’re terrifying and weird and not supposed to be here??
“Michael?” Ethan called.
“Fuck.” I muttered under my breath.
“Good boys don’t swear, baby.” He said, pinching my cheek like he had the right. I winced and shoved him toward the bathroom. “Get in there. Now. Don’t move.”
“Come with me, baby.” He said, looking at me like some lost puppy.
Seriously?
“Michael?!”
“I will. Just—go!” I hissed, practically throwing him inside before slamming the door shut. I turned around and rushed to open my bedroom door.
“Yeah?” I said, stretching and faking a yawn.
“What’s wrong with you? We’ve been calling.” Ethan said, already sighing.
“I was sleeping. Sorry.” I said, yawning again just to sell it.
“The movers are coming today, right?”
Oh.
Right.
I blinked, that’d completely slipped my mind.
“Yeah.”
“Man, I’m gonna miss you.” Ethan said, throwing an arm around my shoulders. “Who’s gonna cook? Or clean? Or do our assignments?”
Not me. Ever again.
“Leave him.” Jason said, dragging him back. “He just woke up.”
They both walked off.
I waited by the door and listened untill their footsteps disappeared before they shut their door, then I slammed mine and locked it fast before running to the bathroom.
“Baby?” He looked up at me. “I think I messed up the stitches.”
I pressed my palm to my forehead. “Stop f*****g calling me that.”
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Jason and Ethan couldn't be bothered with helping me with the move so they left as soon as they came. They probably went to Conner’s frat house. Conner is Ethan's boyfriend and the biggest frat boy in school. I remembered he usually stayed over and when he did, he left some of his stuff behind.
So yeah. I went into Ethan’s room and stole a few shirts and trousers. Survival.
After forcing him out into the shower and redoing his bandages, I handed him the clothes. Mine wouldn’t fit him.
He came out wearing a black T-shirt that said I LOVE MEN and ripped jeans.
I’d seen Conner wear this exact thing a hundred times.
It never looked like that.
His hair was still damp, falling around his face, green eyes bright like he hadn’t just been bleeding out in my bathtub hours ago. He looked.. good. Like, annoyingly good.
“Is this good, baby?” He asked.
“Stop calling me that.” I said, a bit too quickly. “You look good.”
He smiled. “Will you pat me for being a good boy?”
I frowned. “Don’t call me that. My name is Michael. I’m not your baby.”
“Yes, you are.” He said, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around my waist before I could even react. “Aren’t you my baby?”
“No.” I said, shaking my head. “I’m not your anything.”
He shook his head slowly, like I was confused. “You’re wrong. You’re my everything.”
I pulled away so fast it almost hurt. What is wrong with this man?
“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, cupping my face again, thumb brushing my cheek. Okay. Think, thnk.
“I have a question.” I said, placing my hands over his, like my psych lecturer said. Grounding technique or whatever.
“I’m listening.”
“What’s your name?” I asked quietly.
“What is..” he frowned slightly. “My name?”
My chest tightened.
“I..”
Please don’t say—
“I don’t remember.”
Oh my God.
“No. No, no, no.” I said, pushing his hands away. “This can’t be happening.”
“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, reaching for me again.
“Stop! Don’t touch me!” I snapped.
He froze. Then.. slowly.. he dropped to his knees.
“Sorry.” He said softly. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
What.
“Please?” He reached for me again, more careful this time, like I’d break. When I didn’t move, he wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head against me. “Don’t be mad.”
This is so messed up.
I let out a shaky breath and slowly knelt down too, because I didn’t even know what else to do. He pulled me into a hug like it was instinct.
“I know you still love me.” He murmured into my hair.
I stared straight ahead blankly.
Oh my God.
He doesn’t remember anything.
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