I could tell that I'd slept on the side of my face all night because it felt like someone had slapped me ten times and it'd sunk right to the core of my skull. Damn it hurt. I sat up admiring my surroundings, Dominic had taste I'd give him that. Every room I'd seen so far was so well decorated - well except for the living room, its image had been tainted that day there was a dead woman hanging from the ceiling.

I tiptoed over to the large window and spread the curtain wide open, I wasn't surprised the guy had a better view than me and I wasn't surprised that my stomach was growling either - we hadn't had dinner last night. The confusion - and well trauma on my part - of the whole thing had kept us from consuming anything, for me it was to avoid throwing it back up and wasting it, and for Dominic probably because he was too busy trying to piece everything together he just simply forgot. Again I find myself wondering what it would be like to just, forget.

I smiled to myself as I spotted the large t-shirt and boxers folded neatly on the dresser, that hadn't been there last night. I blushed at the thought of having Dominic in the room while I was asleep, I'm probably a snorer I've just never had anyone to tell me otherwise and its better to think of the worst so you can prevent it somehow even if its not happening. Snoring is next on my list.

I took a quick warm shower, shrugged on the boxers - which thankfully hung on my waist with no signs of dropping - and the shirt which was clearly not my size and stopped around mid-thigh. I decided to use the hair-tie I had in my hair to roll the boxers and tie them at the waist, I couldn't guarantee they'd stay up and it was better safe than sorry. I brushed my teeth with an unopened toothbrush, rinsed my face and moisturised and I was grateful to find unisex deodorant in the bathroom storage as well.

My feet padded against the white tiled floor as I made my way around the corner to find Dominic sitting halfway down the stairs, the man had a two-story penthouse for god's sake what had he to be upset about? Surely not the fight...

"Hey," I said slowly coming the a stop in front of him and squatting, "How was your sleep?"

"Meraviglioso." he said. He sounded tired and sarcastic.

"Hm?"

"Wonderful," he brought his hands up to his face, "Just perfect." he mumbled.

"What happened," I took one of his hands and looked at it, he had dried blood on his knuckles from yesterday but it was because they covered wounds. He'd gotten cuts and he didn't tell me. "To your hands..." I finished looking up at him after examining it closer.

"Is it not obvious?"

I shook my head and sighed frustratedly as I stood, I went back upstairs - I'd seen a first aid box in there somewhere...

I watched as disappointment flashed in her eyes, it was like a punch in the gut. Why was she acting like this is something I should've told her, we didn't sit and talk about our injuries so it hadn't come up - completely not my fault. I returned my hand to my face, I hadn't had any sleep last night. Amara had scared the living daylights out of me, after she'd spent so much time in the shower I started getting worried. I was of course relieved to see she was okay when the door swung open and I was only slightly distracted by her lack of clothing but the look in her eyes had haunted me. It was like a light had switched off, it was my fault she was even involved in this - sure she was acting okay now but it would only take time for her to crumble.

I'd learnt a lot from Emilie's story back at the German institution, Amara was an emotional fighter and she never wanted anyone's help in her 'recovery' after a fight. She just kind of did it by herself and I wondered what it would take for her to let me in. Its hard to admit but I was crushing on her - heavy - and I actually wanted her to like me. This wasn't just some stupid arrangement, even if Schwarzer Regen had turned out to be someone different I knew I'd still think about Amara back at the office looking cute as ever, it was just my luck and incredible luck at that that she had turned out to be it. Two in one I'd say.

She's been gone for about three minutes now, I'm starting to think I pissed her off. I groaned as I realised another one of my mistakes - two in 24 hours. I had to stop myself from smiling as I felt her footsteps coming down the stairs, this time I would keep my mouth shut.

"You know that if you had just told me I could have bandaged them while they were still open, now I can't put antiseptic. You're such an idiot." she shook her head, I watched as the took out the things she needed and took my rough hand into her soft one. She looked focused and just so adorable. I bit back a hiss as she dabbed antiseptic into what was left of open flesh and started to unroll the bandage. She did everything with such grace and gentleness, even when she fought it was almost as if she was making their experience soft but not painless, coaxing them into believing that death is not coming but surprising them as it evidently takes them.

I watched fascinated as she made brief eye contact but continued doing what she was doing, I smiled causing her to look up and again quickly look down.

"I never took you for an awkward person."

"Because I'm not."

"Are you sure 'cause -"

"I'm not awkward with anyone else besides you." she rushed. So did the blood, to her face.

"Thanks. I feel special. You know wh-"

"There. Done." she smiled bitterly before shoving everything back in the box, I watched with a raised brow then began to protest as she stormed back up the stairs.

"Amara, I-"

The door slammed cutting me off, she sure had a temper.

Asswipe.

He knows this whole thing is uncomfortable for me, he knows he is attractive and he knows I have zero experience with the opposite sex yet he continues to torment me.

Asswipe.

If it weren't for the fact that I 'had no future' I'd be back home right now, going to work and having nice walks on the beach.

Asswipe.

If he hadn't been so irresponsible about his wellbeing it wouldn't have been my problem, I wouldn't have had to bandage him up and this whole thing wouldn't have happened.

Asswipe.

Why doesn't he learn some manners?

Asswipe.

I even told him, 'Dominic, you need to work on your manners.' It was even one of the first things I implied when I first met him.

Asswipe.

Oh, I can teach him manners.

I stomped out of the room again determined on giving this man a piece of my mind, I ignored the tempting smell of bacon and eggs as I rushed down the stairs.

"I see the angry mama bear has returned from hibernation," he turned from the stove smiling, "How was it? Rejuvenating?"

"You can cook." I stated with my mouth slightly agape, who I thought was cooking the food before I had no idea, guess it hadn't really occurred to me - his maid was dead, what did I expect. I returned back to my angry state realising why I had 'come out of hibernation.'

"Sì, my mama taught me."

I ignored the flutter that exploded in my stomach at the word 'mama', it was so incredibly cute that he called his mom that! I forget he's italian sometimes and it kills me over and over each time he reminds me. Curse him and his natural charm and genetics. Curse his mom too. No I didn't mean that. I probably love his mom.

"I can speak a different language too!" I slammed the first aid box on the counter, he watched with wide eyes, "Your nothing special!"

"I uh-" he averted my gaze.

"Uh what? Hm?"

"I know that." he finished.

"Oh I'm sure you do." I laughed hysterically.

"Okay," he slowly put the wooden spoon down, "How about we sit down. Want a glass of water? OJ?"

"OJ my ass." I huffed sitting on one of the bar stools.

"So you want the OJ?" he held his hands out.

"Nein."

"Oh," he looked surprised, did he think I was lying? "What does that mean? Yes?"

"No. It means no. Have you not seen The Book Thief?"

"Uh sweetheart," he shuffled scoffing, "I don't read fiction books, I doubt I would watch a movie about a fiction book. Just like people who don't read at all wouldn't want to watch a movie about books. Books that they don't read."

"Wow." I stretched.

"What?"

"Your one of those guys." I stretched again.

"One of what guys?"

"Nothing I mean, I don't blame you. Not a big reader myself."

"Are you implying that I am unintelligent?"

"Does that mean dumb? 'Cause yes. Yes that is what I was implying."

"You better take that back." he said looking me in the eye as he slowly rounded the counter, "I'll give you five seconds."

I remained silent watching him, he glared.

"Five..." he took a step.

I watched his feet then looked back at him.

"Four..."

I examined my nails.

"Three..."

I raised my brow.

"Two..."

I raised both brows.

"One." he was really close to me now, breathing on my lips actually and a part of me wasn't completely repulsed by it. His gaze briefly flew to my lips but blinked back to me in a second, I cocked my head to the side a little. Did he want me to kiss him? My eyes widened as he leaned closer, I leaned in too because well who wouldn't want to kiss him?

I gasped as he reached behind me and picked up the paper towel, wiggling the it in front of my face and returning to the stove. He chuckled as he ripped off a piece and wiped the counter with it. "A little oil from the pan went flying whilst you were trying to get with me," he shrugged, "Naturally I had to wipe it up."

I grabbed the first aid box and threw it at him, he swiftly caught it but looked shocked all in one. "F-ck you." I jumped off the stool and stormed back up the stairs. He's lucky I have no options, otherwise I would be packing my bags right about now.

I flopped onto my bed and stayed like that in my starfish form for the longest time, maybe an hour or maybe more. I thought about so many things but they all had one thing in common - Dominic. He was consuming my thoughts, my feelings and - well - my desires. It was quickly becoming a pet peeve.

I heard his footsteps before he even got to my door, he knocked, "You know the food is ready..."

"F-ck off."

"Such foul language for such a pristine girl."

"Are you quoting the breakfast club?"

"What else?"

"Can you leave?"

"Uh no Amara, this is my house."

"Fine you can sit on the ground and wait me out then," I scoffed, "You'd be surprised how stubborn I can be."

"No I wouldn't be surprised."

I rolled my eyes but he couldn't see.

I don't know at what point I had fallen asleep but it must've been a long time 'cause I'd surely tired him out. I woke to Dominic pinching my nose so I couldn't breathe and shaking me close to violently. "How are you such a heavy sleeper? Thats so bad for the profession you're in." I heard him mumble as he continued to shake me. "Hey Amara, it got kinda cold outside so I let myself in. Amara?" Was he implying that he was my b-tch and I made him sit outside? Is this some kind of apology?

I groaned and rolled over, I was already done with his dad jokes and this was just the first one. "Go away." I flicked my hand around shooing him away, he stood with a blank expression on his face.

"You didn't think my joke was funny?"

"I wouldn't even call it that let alone funny." I mumbled into my pillow but he heard it.

"Okay forget I said anything," he sat on the bed, "Can you please get up and eat something?"

"No."

"I've been waiting for like four hours."

"What?" I sat up my eyes still adjusting but seeing clearly that he was still staring at me blankly. "Are you kidding?"

"No," he frowned, "You told me to wait you out."

I softened, a lot. I wasn't mad at him anymore, he'd stayed outside my door for hours and hadn't eaten without me. Why was he so stupid.

"Why?" I whined.

"It is tradition in my family that we don't eat until everyone in the house is at the table."

"Jesus sh-t Dominic!" I flung my legs over the side of the bed, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You were angry. I didn't think of it." he was slightly frowning now, as if he didn't understand the problem.

"You're an idiot."

"Please stop calling me stupid, you aren't exactly the easiest person to handle."

"Sorry." I looked down, I honestly felt awful. He was just being polite - a gentleman even - and I'd acted like such a brat. Even if he tricked me, it was a stupid reason to be so upset - he was only playing around.

"Hey," he had both hands on my shoulders now, "I can reheat the food and we can eat it okay?"

"Okay."

"You want me to bring the dead body too?"