Keep me Warm, Keep me Alive - Ch. 4

Pairing: RussiaxReader        

       When you arrived home, you noticed the car in front of your house. You knew that car very well - a wide smile spread over your face as you ran inside.

- Dad? - you yelled. Your parents were divorced and your father lived in another town, so seeing him was something rare.

- Hey girl! - your dad's voice greeted you and he smiled when he saw you. You hugged him.

- I missed you. - you whispered.

- Me too. Hey, what's with the big shirt?

- Oh, that. - you blushed and told him what happened. He frowned.

- So this new neighbor, huh, did he, hm, touch you?

You blushed when you realized the meaning behind his words.

- Dad! It was nothing like that! - you said. - He was being gentle, that's all.

- I hope that's all. Hey, want to have dinner with me and Sarah today?

- Uh, I have a lot of homework to do, dad. Maybe tomorrow? - you said. It was true - you really had a lot of homework - but you said it also because you didn't like Sarah, your father's new girlfriend, very much.

- Okay then. I need to go now. Sarah's waiting for me at the hotel. - he ran his hand through your wet hair - See you tomorrow.

- Bye, dad.

xx

You were laying down on your bed, listening to music, when the doorbell rang.

- Dear, can you answer the door for me? - your mother asked from her bedroom.

- Uh... Wait a sec. - you turned off the radio and ran downstairs to open the door.

You blushed when you opened it and saw Ivan standing in front of you.

- Hey. - he smiled.

- Hm, hi. - you said. - Do you- do you want to come in?

- Oh, no, thanks. It's just that - I brought your shirt.

He handed you the pink shirt and you blushed.

- Thank you. - you whispered. - Just wait, I'll get yours.

- You can keep it and bring me tomorrow. We're seeing each other again tomorrow, right?

- I... I think so. - you said. He smiled.

- Good night then.

- Good night. - you said.

He smiled at you and then left. You kept looking at him, your face blushed, until he reached his house's door. When he arrived there, he looked back. You blushed and looked away, but when you looked back, he was smiling at you. He raised his hand and waved, smiling, and you giggled and did the same.

You tried to ignore the growing sensation inside your heart. Every time you were near him, you would blush and feel embarrassed, but also safe. Every time he talked to you, or looked at you, you felt special. You wanted him to like you.

"I can't be falling in love with him." - you thought. - "He would never love me, and we barely know each other!"

But, deep down, you knew telling this to yourself wouldn't change anything.