Artyom didn't shove me at the sight of his roommate, he just pressed me harder.
He stuck to his neck and relaxed. He's holding it here with his own hands. I'm not alone anymore.
- You look like you weren't in America, you were making money in Africa.
- It was," he said.
Artyom went to the apartment, which was like one big high-tech hall. The kitchen flowed into the living room and the living room into the bedroom. There were no cushions, paintings, carpets, flowers. The walls were of steel and the floor was covered with black parquet. It was gloomy, but I loved it.
- Will you eat?
- No.
- What did you come for?
- Simple.
- I'm not going to pull words out of you.
He sat down on the couch, tired of turning his head back. Now I wasn't hanging on it, but sitting comfortably on my knees.
- I missed him terribly," I took his hand to mine, looking at the bite marks. It was almost healed, man.
- Don't you dare," Artyom hissed, but I was already in the wrist?
When I tasted the blood, I let go, licking the small wounds on his arm. My wrist was again showing a beautiful trace of my teeth.
- Now I can sleep asleep.
- Stefan!
Having grumped, he was more comfortable on it and fell asleep.
…
Woke up from the fact that I was very hot. For some reason, I was all under the blanket and wearing the same T-shirt.
I pulled the blanket off my head and swallowed some fresh air.
- Didn't he," said Artyom, lying over the blanket to my right. We slept in the same bed? I slept in Artem's bed! I slept under Artem's blanket!
- Get that stupid look off my face.
- I can't," I smiled, hugging the blanket. It smelled like Artem. Can I have it for myself?
- What a childish thing to say," Artyom snorted as he continued to poke in his phone. It was obvious that he was already dressed.
- Are you leaving? - sat down, inflating my lips. - And where to?
- You don't have to control my movements," said Artyom.
- Okay, I'll ask in another way: are you going to stay long?
- And it's none of your business either," Artyom got out of bed and went to the door. I followed him. What do I do then? Leave?
- And where are my clothes?
- Do you think I'd let you lie in my bed in dirty clothes? It's in the laundry room. I need to get out, sit here and don't touch anything. When I get home, I'll take her home.
- Okay," he'd drop it obediently, pulling the edges of his shirt down. Why didn't he give me pants? Even though it was a big T-shirt, but it almost didn't smell like a cover.
- The child," said Artyom, kissing me on the forehead, driving me into a stupor. I KISSED. HIMSELF. But this is Artem, he does not explain anything, so the door behind him has already slammed, leaving me alone in the apartment.
- Please, God, give me the strength to survive his twists and turns.
If your loved one had told you not to climb into his things, would you have listened? I tried to be obedient for the first fifteen minutes, but then my curiosity overstepped. The first thing I did was look in the closet, but nothing unusual happened. I wasn't going to go into all the shelves, but I got a drawer of laundry, and, throwing away the decency, I went to look. Giggling and blushing, looking at his underwear. Yeah, Saint would be proud of me. Or vice versa.
After examining the wardrobe, I went to the bathroom, flaunting in his leather jacket now. The bathroom was like a kitchen. There was a separate Jacuzzi, a shower cubicle, a natural toilet, and a huge mirror above the sink.
- Wow," I checked out the ceiling, which was shimmering and creating a cosmic effect.
I looked at every tube and jar to know that I loved Artyom and left the bathroom with a clear conscience, without even taking his toothbrush. Or maybe it was worth it?
I went to the kitchen last. The fridge wasn't dense: a few pieces of pizza on a plate, two eggs, a piece of frozen meat, a lonely tomato and three packs of milk. Why did he need so much? It will spoil before he drinks it. But when he looked into the kitchen drawers, he understood why. It was a collection of cereal! All kinds of cereal! Chocolate, corn, bran, balloons, rings, letters and other shapes. In the other case, there were ten cans of canned food.
- Is he preparing for the end of the world?
If Svyat had seen it, he would have fainted.
A note - you need to learn how to cook, at least some soup. And fry meat too. There was a bunch of food packs from restaurants in the trash can. Major.
He took a pack of chocolate rings and sat in front of the TV in the living room and turned on the show.
The clock showed six p.m., and Artem was gone. My things were long gone, but I wasn't in a hurry to change. I was also hungry. Two packs of cereal ate didn't make me feel full.
Nothing to do was meaningless to switch channels. I saw the gymnastics. The girls were jumping, jumping and calling on me to do the same.
- And now the twine! To sit on the twine you need to stretch your muscles well, - joyfully twittering instructor. In general, I was quite flexible and I was curious if I could sit on this very twine.
By turning on the TV louder, I began to stretch out.