- Yeah, I'm sorry. I...I won't do it again.
I hid my hands under the table. I'm not good for anything else, except creating problems.
- Hell, that's not what I meant," Artyom raised his head off his hands.
- I knew it was nothing like that, and no one was crying here. I'm not going to! Otherwise, he'll call me a rag too...
- Oh, for fuck's sake! Stefan, come here," he said. He'd already gotten used to it these days by the waist. - Look at his hands. What do you see?
- Fingers in bandages.
- How many times did you cut yourself?
- Four - fingers, to tell the truth, were sick.
- And for what, tell me, is that all?
- For your sake, - I whisper, looking at the bite on his hand. I drive my finger over the wounds that still hold on, but soon I will have to bite him again.
- I don't need your wounded hands, Stefan. I was going to race today, and now all the plans are changing because someone cut my fingers.
- A race? - I threw my head up, already looking at Artem with enthusiasm.
- What a race, only if you ride a bike behind you. Stefan.
- What? What?
- Stop stroking your bite, I won't let you bite me today, he started slowly freeing his hand from my strokes.
- I won't today," I laughed, hugging him by the neck. I'm waiting for him to push me away, but he's just sighing. A point in my favor.
- Since there's no such thing as a race, we'll just go for a ride. It's too late for couples to go. Get down, get dressed and go.
I'm waiting for him with a helmet in his hands, silently admiring this iron horse. There are the same in my world and I always dreamed of buying a similar one. But my father and Hank were forbidden because it was dangerous. Daddy would have had enough consortium if he'd known I was a child, instead of extra violin lessons, running to an abandoned playground where he could ride in peace. I bought my first motorcycle by selling my dad's expensive watch, a friend of mine gave it to me. By the way, the old pervert. Well, at least the watch was useful. And after that, as a madman, he was driving around the city. So I learned to ride and loved the speed with all my heart.
- What froze? Sit down forward.
- Forward? - Surprisedly froze. Will, he let you drive?
- Yes, since your hands are hurt, I will help you at times. Get in.
- Yay! I love you! - kissing on the cheek, jumping on a motorcycle. Even my fingers hurt less. - Come on, get on! Let's go!
- I put my helmet on, quickly!
- I obey and obey!
I was pinched by the ass, which is why I squealed.
- You'll be less clever.
The mood was at the point of "I'll die of happiness". Having started abruptly, I confidently went to the main road.
Faster, even faster, so that the wind carries us forward.
- Easy, Schumacher.
- Cool!
Artyom closely watched the road, not letting me accelerate too much, arguing that there are a lot of freaks on the road.
We drove all over the city, stopping only to eat. By the end of the day, I was tired, so I lost the wheel to Artem, who was driving me on. It was so good.
But everything tends to end. When it got dark, we decided to finish our little tour. I was squeezed like a lemon. Artyom took my helmet off himself, took it under his arm, and dragged it home. I wanted to sleep so badly that I wasn't even surprised that we came to see him. He used to take me to the Sacred's house at night, but he was probably tired of going somewhere else tonight, too.
As he threw away his clothes, he went to the bathroom with his eyes half-closed. I couldn't take it like that and fall into bed dirty. I was taking a shower with my eyes closed. After putting on Artem's clean T-shirt, the underwear, which was constantly falling, was shoved into bed.
- I'm sleeping well, don't worry," he tapped, yawning. I took cover with a blanket and fell asleep.
Maybe if I hadn't fallen asleep so quickly, I would have seen Artyom looking at me carefully, thinking about something and deciding for myself.
But I fell asleep, unaware of anything.
…
It was very early this morning because Artem was going to university. I got up because of his alarm clock, while Artyom himself did not even move.
After putting on the slippers I had bought and kept at Artem's house, I went to the kitchen to make coffee. It's the only thing I could do the first time and it was delicious. The smell of freshly brewed coffee woke my sleepyhead. Artyom always goes up silently, comes into the kitchen and drinks it in silence. I didn't like coffee very much, so I sat in front of him and ate yogurt. It was my second purchase into Artem's house, after the slippers. Now he always had natural yogurt, yogurt, and his milk in the fridge.
- Tonight I'm in pairs, and in the evening I won't be there. Stay at the Sacred House. Do you understand? - I didn't understand anything, I looked up at Artem, who had already disappeared into the bathroom. What did I do wrong? Were we fighting yesterday? I don't think so. Then what was the problem?