Waking from hibernation
驚蟄 [4] / [20]
She laid in Alexander's arms, and he could feel her breathing, and the beating of her heart against his body. He usually wasn't a fan of laying this close to someone after sex: It got a little warm. But with Cynthia, he didn't mind. In fact, a wave of contentment washed over him such that he hadn't felt in a very long time.
Actually, for the first time since his attack, he felt at ease. But simultaneously, he was thinking of her scar. He would not ask her about it, though. But when did she get such an injury like that, and from whom? Where? Dozens of questions popped into his head. It must have been a very severe injury at the time. Had John seen it often?
He turned his body towards Cynthia and kissed her. He stared at her peacefully sleeping face. It made him feel a sense of peace also.
He closed his eyes, his breathing eased and steadied, and, after a short time, he was fast asleep, greeted by positive dreams rather than the nightmares of late.
When he opened his eyes, bright sunshine poked at them sharply. He held up his hand to cover the light. Cynthia wasn't in his embrace, and the crutches weren't there either. He put clothes on, and got out of the room.
He searched around for her in the house. She was nowhere. He stopped in front of the bathroom. He could see a very dim fog from inside, simultaneously grapefruit and jasmine fragrance filled his nostrils. He smelled it abundantly for a while, and knocked on the door lightly. No answer. He hesitated, but meanwhile he worried about her condition. Accidents could always happen, especially when you're injured.
I would check just to see whether she is fine or not, and he made up his mind and opened the door stealthily.
She was lying down in the bathtub, filled with hot water. She seemed to fall asleep in the water with just her head and injured foot bobbing out of the water. There was a small bottle of aroma oil, a small glass and a bottle of wine. He saw her face. It flushed by the heat of the water. He put his finger under her nose to check her breathing. Sleeping in a sauna could be dangerous if you drank a lot. He might have thought that she was dead. Of course she was breathing, but she didn't awaken. He relaxed.
It was a very fancy bathroom. There were 2 bathrooms in her house. Since he stayed at her place, he used only the bathroom right next to his room. He'd never used this one. Unlike his, this bathroom had quite a plentiful bathtub, enough even for 4 people. He could clearly see her body through the transparent water.
She was thin, but her body was covered by a well-trained, yet slight, musculature, and tanned skin. He could recall her firm and elastic skin texture last night (the scar was still there, but it didn't bother him). The feeling of her breasts pushing against his own chest and . . .
