Chapter 147: pinching his......

Marianne pov

I moved in the bed when I felt a strong hold around my waist. I smiled remembering how Killian had hugged me to sleep last time when i was sick, 'aww, my son cares for me the most, i moved my hand in the bed, without opening my eyes, afraid if he was awake and would not let me snuggle to him anymore if he found out that i was  awake, and most important he would feed me that foul medicine again.

But why did his hand feel heavier than before, my baby was not chubby at all, except a bit chubbier face and sweet dimples.

When i hugged his waist, it felt different too, last time i was able to cover his whole waist easily but this time! I furrowed my brows and moved my hands further when I heard the voice.

"What are you trying to do '' that voice that damn voice, was i dreaming, no i had stopped dreaming about him in this life, hadn't i!

Was I dreaming, because of the last night dance or the wine? I furrowed my brows further and moved my hand to check if he was real or my dream, so I moved and pinched when the man held my hand.

"What kind of fantasies you have, huh? Or is it the way you like to greet others in the morning." his grip was enough proof that i was not dreaming, i opened my eyes in stark terror filled face, as i realised he was in my bed,

"What are you doing here?'' I was utterly shocked when I saw our body was just inches away, I could even feel his breath over my face.

I tried to move back but bumped into something or should i say someone. 

"I was sleeping, until you started roaming a hand on my chest, and then you pinched my.. My '' then he looked down and I noticed my hands were just above his nipples.

"Oh lord! Kill me again, I want to return to that guillotine, that was better than this." i closed my eyes as my face turned red, i was sure blood could drip out of it any moment. 

"Why.. Why are you in my bed, also in this open robe? `` I asked through gritted teeth without even opening my eyes.

I would have never touched his bare chest and pinched his.. If he would have been wearing clothes! Or better if he would not have been in my bed.

"Stop shouting, Killian is still sleeping or do you want to share with him what you were doing just a minute ago, hmm" he asked, coming close to me and whispering in my ears.

His voice was husky, and his warm breaths touched my skin, and all the hairs of my body stood up.

In the past two lives, this was the closest proximity I was sharing with him. To say that i was not affected would be a lie, a lie that even he could catch easily.

"If you want to share with him, then I would not mind listening, '' he added when I did not reply.

This man, had he gone crazy, how could he even think that i would like to share such a dark history with my son.

"I would rather stay silent." i said again, through gritted teeth, finally opening my eyes and glaring at the man who was threatening me blatantly.

"Hmm, that's what I had thought, now close your eyes and take more rest, it's still early to wake up," he said as he closed his eyes and pulled me a bit closer.

My eyes went wide as I realised it was not Killian's but his hand on my waist and he was sleeping, keeping me in his arms.

"What are you doing in my bed, go to your chamber, if you want to sleep." i grumbled, how could he! Only last night was he asking me to free him, and now, now he was in my bed and that also in a loose robe, showing off his tout muscles to me, did he take me as a joke!

He opened his eyes, there was an amused reaction on his face. And I flared more, was he not even ashamed to enter in the bed of a lady.

"You" I was about to complain when he put a finger on my lips, immediately shutting me up, since when did this man become this bold! Where did his pride or anger go??  Was he the same Cassius I knew from the past two lives?

I was so stunned with the way his thumb touched my lips, that I didn't even push him away for a moment.

"Yes, you.. You are the one who is in my bed, not the other way around" he whispered again, pointing around.

My eyes followed his other hand and that's when I noticed. 

The room was not silver and pink like me, but was dark red with tint of golden, large chandeliers, walls were Spectacular and opulently decorated with rich fabrics and exclusive art pieces,  the ceiling had intricate design of the knights of war, with a complete battle scene depicted with such detail as if you were there, looking at the spectacular scene by yourself, dark drapes on the windows, making the room darker. 

So i was really in his room but why?

"What am i doing here?" i asked, removing his thumb from my lips, my lips were burning from his touch, he must have used the same hands to touch her too, he furrowed his brows.

"Marianne, did you not remember, you suddenly lost consciousness while dancing last night.'' His voice was filled with worry and pain, as if he was tense because of my condition.

Why was he showing care, when I was about to leave! Why had he not done that before, and then why now! His worries only hurt me further.

"I know i lost consciousness, i was just a bit tired, but i mean to ask, why did you bring me here, instead of my chamber?" I asked, closing my eyes as I did not want to see his worried face.

"Because i didn't want to leave you alone."