Greedy Detective

After all this wild action, Marek drove her home. She even forgot that she was very angry with him. Patricia was shaken by the incident. That attack wasn't even as bad as the moment she was hanging from the bridge. That scared her the most. She was all dirty and her clothes were torn in several places. She just wanted to sit in the tub.

After entering the apartment, she didn't even turn on the light, she just straight beelined it directly into the bathroom. The door burst open and the dress flew out onto a pile along with everything she was wearing. When she closed them back, she only said something. “Marek...could you be behind my closed door? Please?!"

He smiled, took a pillow from the room, threw it on the floor, and sat on it. He leaned his back against the door. "I'll sit here behind them and watch TV from here. If you need anything, just say." Patricia was sitting in the bathtub, water running from her neck all over her aching body. She curled up into a ball. Still in shock and maybe a little scared of the attacker. She didn't expect such a fiasco and it almost ended in disaster. She almost fell off the bridge.

While she thought about it, Marek's face appeared again and again in front of her eyes. She felt safer when he was around. The feeling calmed her down. She showered carefully and when the soap was gone, she turned off the water and wanted to stand up, but couldn't because of the pain.

An embarrassing situation has arisen. She had to ask Marek for help. Patricia put herself back into a ball to cover all "those" places. "Marek..?! Can I ask you for help? Please?! I can't get out of the tub by myself!” She was ashamed. Marek smiled on the other side of the door. From his room, he took a towel from the closet and went back.

He was looking away the whole time. He didn't want Patricia to feel uncomfortable. He wrapped her in a towel. She was surprised and did not expect such a kind gesture. She realized now that he had always treated her as an equal. He reached over her, scooped her up in his arms pulled her out of the tub, and carried her straight to her bedroom.

There he helped Patricia put on her pajamas. Of course, he was looking elsewhere the whole time. She put on her pajamas and lay down to sleep. He stroked her face and left. But after ten minutes, Patricia stood up again. She couldn't be alone. Too much bad happened today, it scared her all the time.

She slowly made her way to his bedroom. “Could I sleep here tonight?” She looked at him with big sad puppy dog eyes. Marek behaved very calmly and gently. But in his subconscious had a celebration. He hoped to get closer to her, even through this trauma. Typical male logic.

Marek nodded. Patricia smiled and took a step towards his bed. Marek jumped to his feet to help her walk and lie down. He covered her with a blanket and lay down with his back to Patricia. He didn't want Patricia to think something bad about him. She tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to her, ready to hear her out.

Patricia smiled again, grabbed his left hand, spun him around, and held onto his shoulder. Patricia quickly fell asleep in this position, and Marek with her. The next day, they both woke up in each other's arms. They both blushed. She pulled away from him, but Marek was already more sure of him and her, so he pulled her back into his arms.

He just hugged her. “You need to rest and I know you need to feel safe. Relax. No one will hurt you." Patricia closed her eyes. She relaxed and fell asleep again. Marek took advantage of this and carefully kissed her on the forehead. He didn't want to wake her up again, but after that kiss, he felt that he wanted to "steal" one more.

He first watched her face and then kissed her forehead again. He felt like he had a fever, but he liked it. He felt like kissing both of her cheeks. Again a moment of observation and then "attack"! This time he gave her two kisses. Marek cradled her in his arms and his pupils widened as he focused on Patricia's lips. His heart raced.

He became very greedy. He raised his hand and cupped her chin between his index finger and thumb. Marek gently lifted her head closer to his. Slowly and looking at her to see if she would wake up, he approached. Now was the opportunity. He closed his eyes and their lips met. He couldn't even describe the feeling when his lips finally touched hers. It only lasted a short moment, but for him, it seemed like an hour had passed.

Then he pulled his head up and finally back to let his nose play with hers. He followed with a small peck on her nose and finally pressed her against his chest. He could fall asleep with a blissful mind just like Patricia.

An hour later they woke up again. Patricia felt much better and even happy, but she had no idea why. Marek just patted the top of her head and disappeared into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She remained resting in bed.