Page 82 of His Sunshine Baby

He comes closer, his eyes not leaving me at all. For a second there, I have one thought.

This guy is going to kill me.

But right when he’s almost at my position, a shadow jumps in between us. Someone grabs my arms, and I’m pushed back.

“Damian, she’s with me.”

Nate. Nate just arrived, standing between me and his brother. He’s holding me close, but his eyes are fixed on Damian. He doesn’t seem scared though. More like wary, and he’s making sure to hide me as much as he can from his brother's sight.

“Is this her?” whispers his brother.

His older brother has a gentler voice than I thought. I sense his murderous aura somewhat calm down, and it gets a bit easier to breathe. But why is he asking this? What does that mean? They both stay silent for a few seconds, but I guess they are mind-linking. I wish I knew what the brothers were saying. A few seconds later, Nathaniel turns to me, and immediately puts his hands on my cheeks, looking worried.

“Elena, what the hell are you doing here? Are you alright?”

Behind him, the King is already gone. I didn’t hear him move at all, but we are definitely alone in this alley. Nate pushes back my wet hair on my shoulder, and his touch makes me shiver. Damn, it’s only been a day, but I missed him.

“Sorry, I wanted to come to see you, but someone was following me, and...”

“What? Who was?” he asks, looking behind my shoulder like he was looking for someone.

I shake my head. I have no idea, but right now, I don’t care. Unable to hold myself back, I step forward into his embrace, grabbing his shirt in my trembling fingers. I bury my face in hisshoulder, and my tears start flowing as if something had just broken inside to let them out.

“Elena…”

Nathaniel immediately hugs me back, and I feel his hand on my drenched hair. I just keep crying like a child, unable to hold back. I just needed this. Nate’s arms, around me, shielding me from anything that’s been making me crazy these days.

We stay like this for a long time, in the rain, and he doesn’t even ask. He just holds me, for as long as I need.

When my tears finally seem to stop a little, Nate takes my hand and guides me out of the slums. We walk in silence for a bit, still in the downpour. We are literally soaked when we finally reach a building that I don’t recognize; I assume it’s another one of his hotels. We stay against each other until we finally reach the entrance. When Nate opens the door with regular keys, I suddenly realize.

“This place…”

“It’s my apartment. Come.”

Surprised, I follow him inside. Actually, except for a few details, it feels like we could be in a hotel suite. The place is very clean, everything is in perfect order, and decorated with a modern taste. But there are shoes at the entrance, a few financial magazines on the table, and some personal items here and there.

“Elena, here.”

He guides me to the bathroom, where he fills the bathtub with hot water before undressing himself. I won’t refuse a good bath, I’m chilled to the bones. And that bathtub is big enough for two or even three people.

Nate gets naked in no time and gets in with a deep sigh of satisfaction. I abandon my clothes on the floor, perfectly aware that he is watching. Once I’m naked, I step in, and Nate guides me to sit in front of him, between his legs. I can finally relax, sitting with my back against his chest, his arms around me.

This is what I’ve needed all along… His warmth. I close my eyes, indulging myself in this bliss. I feel Nate pouring some hot water on my shoulders, helping me warm up. His lips, too, fleeting on my neck. But his hands are the best. Caressing me gently, spreading his warmth on my skin. He kisses my temple gently, and I feel his breath next to my ear.

“Better?” he asks softly.

“Much better.”

He kisses my shoulder again and locks his arms around my waist, while we stay like this in a long silence. I can finally let go of all those dark thoughts that have been clouding my mind these last couple of days. I don’t want to think of anything, just savor this little taste of happiness for a while.

His fingers gently brush my stomach, and I hear him breathing deeply like he’s lost in his thoughts. I reach out for his hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. He hugs me a bit tighter.

“What were you doing there? You could have gotten killed.”

“I told you, I just came to see you. I didn’t expect to have to make such a detour. What about you? I didn’t expect to meet your… the King, this way.”

“I was just accompanying him. Someone had spotted a strange she-wolf in the slums. He checks every time.”

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