Alex:
It took me around 10 minutes and when I came back, my clothes were on the table, and she was sleeping with her back towards me.
I quickly put on the T-shirt and jeans. Wait, Jeans? I never asked her to pack jeans. Hell, I don't have jeans or T-shirts for that matter. I don't like them because I am always in my suit or night suit. Even when I am at home, I prefer my shirt and trousers.
"How were you able to pack a jeans for me? I don't remember having one."
"Did you like it?" She turned towards me when I was done.
"I don't have jeans. That's what I am saying, where did you get them?"
"I went for shopping with Shelly and we both choose this for you."
"Its good, but please don't bring next time. I don't like them."
I looked her and saw a disappointment in her eyes. "I mean I am always at my office or some meetings. I really don't have time to wear them."
"But you are just 28 Alex. You should wear jeans. You have a good physique and should take advantage of it. And its looking good on you."
"I know I should, but I am not free enough."
"What if you have time. Will you wear them?"
What kind of question was that. If I was free? I am never free. I am in office from 7 to 10, and after 10, I usually prepare for next day, and sleep. I don't take weekends off and never go out if its not a meeting or official party.
But I guess arguing with her is not taking me anywhere. So it's best to agree.
"I guess, if I am free then I can wear them. But I think you already know, I don't get time."
"But you are free now, right? I mean you don't have a meeting here?" She is telling the truth.
"Yes I am free." I chuckled and lied down to sleep. She certainly knows how to make her point.
I am sleeping and I think I heard someone crying. I turned my face and saw Nicolle crying in her sleep.
"Please don't do this. Please leave me." God, she is having a bad dream.
"Nicolle, hey its just a dream." I held her in my arms, and she quickly pulled me for a tight hug. Her nails were digging in my skin, but I couldn't feel it. All I could see was her tears. I touched her face and tried to wake her.
"Nicolle, nothing is going to happen to you. I promise. Its just a bad dream."
She opened her eyes, and tears started flowing freely from her eyes. She hugged me again.
"I saw them, I saw someone kissing me Alex, I saw someone touching me there. I saw... They were...4, Alex they... they were..." She said with hiccups. F**k.
"There is no one here. Look around. I am here with you." I quickly turned on the lights.
"Alex, are you sure, there is no one else? Have you checked the door, the window?"
"I am 100% sure there is no one here, but if you want I will check for you. Is that ok?" The moment I asked her, she clutched me tightly.
"Please don't leave me."
"Hey, I am not going to leave you. I am here only. I am not leaving you. But I need to check the closet, windows, doors. Can I do that?"
"I will come with you."
"Ok." I carried her in my arms, and stood near the door. "Do you want to check it?" She nodded, and I let her stand.
I made her check closet and bathroom. Once she was satisfied that there was no one in there, she held my hand.
"See, no one is here. And it was a movie. I think you liked Keanu Reeves." I smiled looking at her, and she smiled back.
"Yeah, I like him. He is handsome." She actually blushed.
"That's it, just handsome? What about his acting? I don't see movies, but have heard a lot about him." I was trying to divert the topic.
"I guess I never noticed his acting. I am always distracted the way he looks. Have you seen Speed or The Lake House. I am talking action and romantic, but he looks great in both."
"No, I didn't see any. I was always busy." I really missed everything in life.
"You know, his name was Alex in a movie."
"So?" What's with character names and this girl? I mean first Eugene and now Alex? I looked at her and saw "You are i***t" look on her face. I laughed.
"So, nothing. You don't understand a thing."
"Yeah, I am a fool. Happy?" I chuckled and lied down towards my side of the bed. A second later, I felt a tug on my t-shirt.
"I am still scared Alex."
"Come here." I pulled her towards me and she kept her head on my chest. Sliding one hand to the other side. I wrapped my hands across her shoulders, as if I was hugging her sideways.
After few minutes I felt her breathing was getting normal.
She was sleeping now. But I didn't move. If she gets a dream like this again, I want to be near her. I want to hold her tight.
Nicolle:
The sunrays coming from windows helped me to come out of my sleep. I wanted to wake up but something is pulling me.
I saw Alex was holding me in his arms. One arm wrapped up to my waist, and another one on my shoulder, while I was sleeping on his torso. He had his legs one over the other and for my legs, well one of them were on his waist. I smiled seeing him. He was really crushed by me. But why did we sleep like this?
Then I remembered. I had a bad dream.
Dream - It was a bad dream. I don't know what triggered it, but I saw a shadow coming near me, 3 more shadows in the side, touching me, kissing me. All those images started to haunt me again.
And then I heard a fire alarm. I jolted up looking at the sides, but there was nothing. No sound. I was panicking again.
I am in his arms, but the fear is encapsulating me and I pushed myself more into his arms.
Alex:
I felt something moving near me and I realized I am sleeping with Nicolle. I quickly saw her curling into a ball in my arms. I quickly pulled her.
"Hey, Good morning. What happened?"
She said nothing. She was shivering. Was it cold, not its Feb. Not that cold.
I touched her and she is burning. God.
"Nicolle..." But she is still not responding. I quickly called front desk and asked for a doctor near by.
After what felt like eternity, a female doctor in her late sixties came along with room service. I was about to leave the room when she asked me to stay.
"You know, if a wife is not feeling well, and her husband is near her holding her hand, she recovers in half the time."
She looked at me and I smiled. She looked like grandma. I nodded and sat near Nicolle, placing my hand on her head. My other hand, holding her hand.