Kidnapped & In Love

Chapter 8

Melissa’s POV

“Okay I can’t believe you convinced me to swim in the lake” I turn to face him while walking backwards ahead of him.

“Why not? You liked it didn’t you?” he smiles c*****g his head to one side.

“Of course, I did” I smile then turn around before I trip on something.

We are on our way back to the cabin with our clothes still wet, it was hot so we both didn’t mind. We went to catch some fish which has been our regular meal the past days, I managed to do our laundry and hang our clothes on shrubs before I asked Dimitry to teach me how to fish.

I tried so hard the first two times and failed terribly. The fish kept eating the worms and swam away before I could notice. I almost gave up before giving it one last try. I managed on the third try with Dimitry’s help of course.

I somehow splashed water on him accidentally then it turned into a game. Let’s just say I lost because he ended up convincing me to swim. It was fun floating on the lake, the water wasn’t as cold as I first thought it was. Floating on my back and facing the clear beautiful skies.

Happy thoughts, my mind was at peace, I miss home but being around Dimitry has started feeling good. He protects me, feeds me as well as bring me joy.

The whole time he was shirtless which sexually bothered me. Boy was I glad I tried to hide how turned on I was by diving deep into the water and swimming away from him. Dimitry’s body is very attractive, I bet any girl would want him even without seeing him shirtless. I straggled the whole time trying to keep my focus on anything.

We both got hungry and exhausted. The clothes were dry which I neatly folded into the bucket I brought them in. Dimitry and I carried everything we came with and left, heading back to the cabin. The way back seemed shorter than when coming.

“I want to try a new recipe for the big fish” I say,

“Sure, how do you plan on preparing it?” he asks,

“Not telling you, it’s going to be a surprise” I say then his smile appears across his face.

We arrive at the cabin.

Either we spent so much time at the Lake, or we are having short days and long nights. Of late it’s been getting dark earlier than usual. Dimitry starts a fire in the wood burning stove while I clean the fish, then after he moves to the living room and start a fire at the fire place as well.

With only oil, salt, and fresh rosemary which we found in the nearby bushes, I marinate the fish then wrap it in foil paper. I was surprised to find foil in the pantry when I found the coffee and a few other things the other day.

Dimitry says something which I don’t catch when I put the fish in the oven.

“Excuse me?”

“Aren’t you cold?” Dimitry asks.

“Oh” I look at my clothes.

Neither one of us have changed out of our wet clothes, we both started preparing our supper when we got back.

“I am almost dry I think.”

“Come to the fireplace” he says while gently leading me to the living room, by holding my wrist. The hairs on my neck stand the moment he touches me “I can’t afford you getting sick in the middle of the woods.”

“Okay but I need to start making the chapati” I say, trying to get away from him, despite the lighting in the room I bet he can see if my cheeks turn red.

“I can do that” he says.

I sit by the fire and he walks back to the kitchen, “Just let me know what to do, flour, salt, oil and water are the ingredients right?” he asks which makes me giggle.

“Yes, that’s correct” I respond.

His spent so much time with me kitchen, watching me make bread and chapati. Being in the same space with him was getting hard day by day. Two days ago, Dimitry came back with a rabbit, where he found it I don’t know we were both happy to eat something different. We have been eating fish and bread for the past one week we have been here. I have never had rabbit in my life, I was so inquisitive on how to prepare it so I spent so much time watching him prepare it.

We made a plain stew from some of the rabbit meat because we had no tomatoes or spices to add to it. We didn’t want to ruin the flavor with the canned soups we had left so we boiled it with only salt, Oil, and water. The remaining rabbit meat was roasted yesterday before it went bad and it was done. Both Dimitry and I liked it and hoped to catch another one.

I am slowly adjusting to my current situation. I miss home, my parents despite their fights, my brother who I rarely saw these days and my best friend. I wonder how she was doing.

“Melissa I think you need to remind me of the consistence before I ruin it” with that said I got off the floor joining him in the kitchen, I was all dry now. I stood across from him, not wanting to be very close to him.

We finish off the chapatis together before I excuse myself to take a bath. Once I am all clean, I change into one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts. The t-shirt is clean and fresh, but it still has his scent. Closing my eyes I smile while in haling his scent.

“I hope you don’t mind me borrowing one of your t-shirts” I say once I come out of the room. He chuckles when he sees me.

“That’s not a problem” he says.

“How’s the fish doing?” I ask moving closer towards the stove.

“Not burning as instructed” he says.

Before I went to bath I asked him to make sure it didn’t burn. It’s difficult to control the heat of this wood burning stove, so you got to keep checking and praying nothing burns.

I open the oven to check, oh god the rosemary smells so good I can’t wait to taste the fish. The fish isn’t burning just like he said, I close the cover and turn to face him.

“Aren’t you going to bath?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow.

“I am now that you’re here” he smiles then leaves the room.

After the fish is ready which I assumed, I open one of the last four cans of soup left in the pantry. I pour it in two bowls, placing then on the table next to the plates with chapatis and fish.

Dimitry walks out of the room as he pulls a vest over his head. “Food smells good” he says.

“Thanks to us” I smile.

“Of course, but mostly you” he chuckles as he takes his seat at the table. “On second thought, do you want to eat by the fireplace?”

“But you’re already seated here” I point out just as I place two glasses of water on the table.

“Doesn’t mind I’m glued to it” He gets up and carries both our plates in his hands to the fireplace in the living room.

“I am tired of sitting at this little table” he says walking back to the table to pick the soup bowls. “I will come get the glasses as well, don’t move” he says then takes the soup bowls.

I am wondering why he wants to sit there and not at the table like we have been doing the past one week. He comes back and gets the glasses then finally coming back for me. He leads me to the fireplace.

This new habit of gently leading me to places by holding my hand is making me get butterflies allover my body. Not sure I like it or hate it but it makes me uncomfortable, really uncomfortable.

A mat is laid on the floor and our food is set in the center, cushions on the mat for us to sit on. He helps me take my seat before he sits opposite me, crossing his legs like mine.

“Routine is boring” he says. 

“Okay” I say with a smile,

“Bon appetite”

Feels like we are on a date, except we are on the floor, in pajamas of some sort and food that’s not as great as I would have loved it to be.

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After our supper we both cleared up which started as a fight because Dimitry didn’t want me to do anything. So we settled on him doing the dishes and I put everything away also insuring the other three fish is properly stored away in water so that it doesn’t rot and go to waste. Normally we cleaned and roasted the fish a little to prevent it from going bad.

“Do you want some wine?” I called out from the pantry. Dimitry was by the fireplace,

“Wine from where?” he asks.

“I found this bottle in the pantry” I say while walking to the fireplace with a bottle in my left hand and two glasses in the other.

“Oh wow, sure” he says. “Fish an amazing supper and now a bottle of wine, bonus”

“I hope it’s okay.” I say looking at the bottle.

“Wine doesn’t get bad Melissa” he chuckles.

“How so?” my face folds.

“The longer is stays the better it tastes. That’s for dry wine only” he says while receiving the bottle from me. I take my seat on the mat, leaning on the coffee table next him.

“This is dry red” he says while examining the bottle “and it’s not expired”

“Okay, are you going to open the bottle or not?” I impatiently ask. He smiles then gets up.

“Let me get my pocketknife, I think it has a c**k screw” he gets us walking to the room.

“Wait, I saw a wine opener among the kitchen utensils” I get up and walk to the kitchen the get the c**k screw which I hand him.

“Really?” he asks surprised “Whoever lived here was well equipped”

“Yeah, I wonder what happened to them” I say.

“Why bother, at least they left us a place to stay. Maybe they got bored of this place and decided to leave.” He says jokingly.

“Mmm that could be true, but who just gets up and leave their cabin? I mean this place doesn’t have running water or electricity but it’s nice in its own way” I ask.

“Or it’s their vacation or camping house” he suggests shrugging his shoulders.

“We’ve been here a week and no sign of anyone coming to claim the place is theirs which is Strange” then I hear a pop sound.

“There we go” Dimitry walks back to the mat, I join him as he pours us some wine in the two glasses I brought. He takes a sip first then looks at me “It’s not like the other wine we took so brace yourself” he says.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.

“Taste it”

I take a sip, its hot and burns my throat until it gets to my stomach. taking my time while I take in the taste. He silently watches me.

“It’s got more flavor than the other one” I finally say “and it’s not sweet” I shake my head.

“Yep” he agrees with me.

Like last time we sit there chatting except this time I don’t drink the wine. It’s not sweet and I don’t like the taste, so he drinks abit more on his own while we talk.

After a while I gulp the remaining wine left in my glass, I soon regrate the decision of taking all that in at once.

“Am I the only one feeling hot from the wine?” I say fanning myself with my hand.

“We are sitting by the fireplace so it’s expected” he says.

“The fire should make me warm not hot like this” I say, still fanning myself. I get off the floor, “I think I am going to bed”

He gets up and stands close to me, “Are you okay?” he asks, his face changes with concern. He places the back of his hand on my forehead “Your body temperature feels alright” I sway his hand off stepping away from him.

“Dimitry I can’t be close to you” I say.

“Why not?” his gestures change. “What have I done?”

“You haven’t done anything wrong”

“Then what is it Melissa?”

“I have been getting this weird feeling whenever you touch me or when we are really close” I cross my arms across my chest the moment I am aware that my n*****s are getting hard.

His turning me own again, he moves closer and says something I least expect.