It's been more than an hour. I am wide awake and haven't turned or changed my position. I don't know where he is or whether he is even awake or not. It has been nothing but a pin drop silence for the last one hour.
I finally gather the courage to turn to the other side.
Fuck.

Ross is shirtless , only in his boxer shorts, in a half sitted position on my bed. He is staring at me , as if he is observing me....my moves, my body and everything about me.

He is so damn hot. The torso is moving perfectly in his breathing rhythm. His left arm is lifted to the back of his head. The salt water exudating perfectly from the body lining up his 4abs on abdominal region. His brown pupils are prominent even under the lowest light in my room. His sharp structures promising to appear perfectly through his outline.

Before i could realise, it's been a few minutes I have been gazing his physique. Lost in the charm, Ross snaps his fingers in front of my eyes.
"Gazing me like the titration experiment?" he says and smirks.

"No ...i ....i just..." I stutter at the sudden off guard position i am caught in.

"I asked you to sleep and it's been 73minutes that you turned to the other side and have been awake since." Ross says to me in a criticise come charging tone.

"So? It's my house, my room , my bed , my space!! Everything is mine. Who are you to ask me or say all these to me?" I bark at him.

"Including me?" he says....flat....

Oh god. Ross and his pickup lines. Fuck it.

I roll over the blanket to the other side and sit up.
"Fuck" i whimp as the bandage rubs against the wound and it sends a jolt through my body.

"What? You okay? Anna? Is it paining? Does it hurt? Bad?" Ross loses his calm and gets nervous about my reaction.

"No I am cool" I say and move out of his reach and step down from my bed.

Fuck. It hurts. I can't walk like this.

But I cannot let him know about it....or he'll again get close to me.

I slowly walk towards the chair beside my window. I draw the string down and let the curtains move aside and take a sit on the chair.

Looking out of the window I take a deep breath and sigh. I look at Ross and find him staring at his phone.

"Can you get me a cup of coffee?" I say checking the time on my mobile.

"Okay" he says and leaves the room in an instant.

It's 2:14 am.

The date pops up right below the clock.

8th May.

It's 8th today. Exactly 22 months. It's been fucking 22 months. And yet. Nothing changed. Alex is still the same. He still treats me the same way. Nothing has changed. He didn't even wish me. I am pretty sure he doesn't even remember the date. This is what I get in return of repeatedly going back to him even after everything. I won't say him this time.

I look out of the window, letting the cold breeze hit my warm cheeks wiping off the drops of water from beneath my eyes.

Ross enters the room right in that moment with two mugs of coffee.

"You okay?" He asks shifting into a cautious state.
"Yeah I am" I say and turn to the window again.

Ross walks upto me and settles down the tray on the table and pulls out the chair from the other side and takes a sit.