Chapter 42: A Real Marriage
"Alexander," she called out in her meek and soft voice as she reached out, missing the warmth of his body next to hers.
"I... I’ll sleep in the other room. I have got new clothes for you to change into," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.
Rain gulped hard at the sight of the handsome frame standing in front of her, the buttons of his shirt open revealing his muscular chest. She then frowned slightly as she realised her thoughts were again going astray and sat up in bed. "How many hours are still left for the drug to wear off?" she asked, her voice tinged with anxiety.
Alexander glanced at his wristwatch. "Two more hours," he said quietly.
She nodded, avoiding his gaze as she timidly murmured, "Can you please stay with me a bit longer until then? Your warmth... is helping me feel better." Inside she knew it was not only helping her physically but emotionally. Alexander had been a strong pillar of support in such a vulnerable time of hers. She felt safe when he was with her.
He released a heavy sigh and looked at the ceiling as if he wanted to say something but was struggling with the right words for it. The tension in the room thickened as Alexander stood contemplating. After a brief silence, he said, "Get changed into pajamas first. I’m a human, not a saint, Rain." His voice was laced with restraint as he added, "I can barely control myself knowing you’re wearing nothing beneath my shirt."
Her eyes lit up at his admission, and she quickly got out of bed. "Alright, I’ll go get changed! Just... get back to bed and wait for me," she said hurriedly, grabbing the clothes he’d brought her ignoring how suggestive her words were for him.
Rain rushed to the bathroom for a cold shower, feeling another wave of heat wash over her. The effects of the drug were weaker now, but they still left her feeling a little unsettled. Yet, whenever she was close to Alexander, the pain seemed to fade away magically.
As the cold water hit her skin, she felt a rush of embarrassment. "Just two more hours," she muttered to herself, wincing as the pain flared up again. She hurriedly dried herself off and dressed, mentally chanting, *It’s just the drug. It’s just the drug,* trying to push away the embarrassment gnawing at her.