My undercover life - Season 1 - Episode 26

Episode 5 years ago

My undercover life - Season 1 - Episode 26

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Avery.
I groaned once I heard my name, the inevitable dread of waking up filled my thoughts. I could literally feel the sunlight drifting in, causing the sudden glare in my vision. Rolling over, I blinked my lids rapidly, making out the shape of a blob sitting directly in front of me.
The blob suddenly move, coming closer towards me. That’s when I smelt it. The fresh body odor that I was beginning to recognize as Bradlee’s.
My eyes widened, gasping in shock as the situation dawned on me. Halting upright, I pulled the blankets closer towards my body, feeling the intense heat rising up to my cheeks. Ducking my head down in embarrassment, I started mumbling incoherent sentences under my breath, hoping to dear God I didn’t do anything humiliating while I was sleeping. How the hell did I even managed to fall asleep while waiting for him?


“Um . . . I’m sorry,” I mumbled quietly, staring at the clear satin sheets, wishing it could just swallow me whole. Anything would be better than this.
“Sorry, what?” he asked, as the bed dipped. Seeing his hand reaching out for mine, I let him, feeling the warmth of his body heat. “I couldn’t read your lips.”
I shook my head, before I looked up, meeting those intense eyes of his surrounded by specks of green. “Nothing.”
“You sure?”
“Ah, yeah.” I nodded shyly, retracting my hand. “How long have I been asleep for?”
He shrugged. “A few hours.”
“A few hours!” I managed to choke out. “What time is it?!” My mom is going to kill me if she knew I skipped school!
Pulling out his cellphone, he showed me the time, before I calmed down slightly. It was only two o’clock. Thank gosh.
“Do you still want your soup?” Bradlee asked, as I gazed up at him. “I just finished reheating it up.”
I bit my lips guilty, pulling at the metal rings. “Sorry you had to do that.”
“I—ah.” He paused briefly, before shielding his face away from me. Coughing awkwardly he stood up abruptly, before he beelined towards Skylar’s desk on the other side of the room.
I tilt my head in confusion at his weird behavior, watching him carefully as he brought the bowl of soup over. Sniffing the air, I smelled the sweet aroma of tomatoes combined with the earthy scent of basil mixed with a subtle hint of rosemary. My mouth watered hungrily, as I heard the distinct sound of a grumble.
“—Here.” Bradlee placed the hot bowl of soup in my hands. “Hope you like tomato soup since I couldn’t make you Chicken soup . . .”
I smiled gratefully at him. “It’s fine. I love tomato soup.” The corners of his lips tugged up into a smile, causing my breath to hitched in my throat. I swallowed hard, gulping at sudden change of mood in the atmosphere. All I could do was stare at Bradlee, and his breathtaking smile filled with exultation.
“You know . . .” he whispered suddenly, flopping down next to me. “You’re really cute.” His hot breath tickled my ears, sending shots of shivers down my spine. My jaw dropped open at his confession, losing all coherent thoughts. Before I knew what was happening, the bowl of soup in my hand came crashing down, spilling its hot content all over my legs, burning me in the process.
Letting out a high pitched scream, I shoved the blankets away from me trying to dab the scalding hot liquid soaking into my skin.
“S--t.” I heard him curse before I was lifted into the air. Feeling his gentle hands underneath my legs and mid-back, I had to sU-Ck in a breath, trying not to blush at the way he was holding me. Like I was some porcelain doll that could break at any given moment if he wasn’t careful. Knowing that, it made the pain bearable.
“Where’s your bathroom?”
“Ah . . .” I thought for a moment, eliminating all the possibilities that couldn’t have been the bathroom. “There.” I pointed to the only other spare room that I didn’t see Demitri go into before, hoping I was right.
When Bradlee kicked the room opened, I let out a breath of air, when I saw the bathtub. Thank God.
Rushing in, he sat me down on the close-lid toilet seat, before turning the water on in the bath. Shutting the door, he looked through the cabinets, shoving every little object in his way. I frowned, seeing his face twisted up in worry.
“I need you to take your leggings off,” he said, before producing a first aid-kit. I paused, as my mind tried to wrap around what he’d just said.
“Excuse me?”
He stood there stiffly, scratching the back of his head. “Ah, yeah . . . you have to run your legs under cold water, and um—” He paused, as I saw the red creeping up his neck, —“you need to ah, to—take that off,” he said, fumbling over his words.
His eyes gazed down to my legs, before I saw the bead of sweat rolling down his neck, disappearing down his shirt. I chuckled at his shyness. It was honestly adorable.
“Here.” He quickly took his leather jacket off, wrapping it around my shoulders. “Wear that. It’ll cover you.”
I stared down at his jacket, pulling at the sleeves. Knowing that it’ll get wet—since it was so big on me—I shook my head giving it back to him. Reaching down, I pulled at my leggings, removing them completely. Discarding them to the side, I gave him a coy smile.
“Don’t worry.” I laughed at his blushing face. “I still have my skirt on.”
Bypassing him, I stepped inside the tub and sat on the edge running my legs under the cool water. The burning s£nsat!on started disappearing after a few seconds. Taking a closer look at the burn, it was only mildly red. When I didn’t see any white blisters, I smiled contently knowing that I didn’t have to go to the hospital.
“Let it run for five minutes,” he instructed, as I felt my body stiffen at the sound of his voice. From the closeness of it, I knew he was right behind me.
I nodded, unable to speak. Knowing that he was only an inch away from me—watching me, suddenly made it harder to breathe. And knowing the reason why we were here in the first place, made my already pounding heart skyrocket through the roof. He said I was cute. Me. Does that mean what I think it means? Could he perhaps like me as well? Is that why he was so caring?
“Okay, you can come out now.” I blinked, coming back to reality. Twisting around, I saw him taking out some random cream from the box, before dabbing a small amount on the wound. His eyebrows arched down in concentration, making sure he’d covered the whole area with the cream. Cranking his neck, he reached down and picked up another tube from the first aid kit. Seeing the words antibiotic quickly, he applied a general amount over my legs, making sure to be gentle.
Hearing his soft breathing, I tried my hardest not to squirm when I felt his breath blowing across my bare legs. But with his face so close, I couldn’t help but do exactly that. I’m surprised he hasn’t said anything about keeping still yet—I would’ve.
“I couldn’t find any gauze lying around so this bandage will have to do,” he mumbled quietly—the only sound present was the bandage ripping apart, and the water still running in the background. “There.” He smiled, touching the bandage on my legs. Looking up, his light eyes met my gaze directly as his adam’s apple bobbed up and down. sU-Cking in a gulp of air, I suddenly noticed how close Bradlee’s body was getting towards mine. I even started noticing the small birthmark right at the base where his collarbone meets his neck. For a fleeting moment, I wondered why I haven’t noticed that before. It was so prominent to not notice.


“Avery,” he whispered, his voice low and raspy. Threading his fingers through my hair, he ran his fingers down my cheek, enlightening a weird bubbling feeling deep within me. Seeing his eyes clouded with want, he started leaning his head down. As our nose brushed, his warm breath blowing across my lips sent a current running through my body, heightening my beating heart.


Just when our lips were about to touch, the door ripped opened, causing Bradlee to jump back in alarm, scrambling away from me like he was caught red-handed.
“What are you guys doing?” Skylar asked, ruining whatever connection Bradlee and I just had moments before.
“Nothing!” I laughed nervously, seeing Bradlee looking anywhere but at me. “Bradlee was just helping me since I burned myself.”
His eyes widened, rushing towards me in consternation. “You burned yourself?!”
“Unfortunately.” I blushed at my clumsiness. “But it’s okay. It wasn’t burnt that badly.”

“Avery!” He looked up at me, his hands still lingering on my legs. “Why didn’t you wake me up?! Maybe we should—” The rest of his sentence got cut off when Bradlee stormed past us, lightly shoving Skylar on the way out. When we heard the front door slam seconds later, Skylar looked at me in confusion. “What’s wrong with him?” he asked, before we heard the muffled voice of none other than Demitri. Great. He probably saw everything. But when I looked up a moment later, I saw Demitri in the living room looking completely horrified—the complete opposite of what I thought he was going to look like.
“Lily!” he barked my name, sounding panicked. “You have got to look at this.”
“What?”
“Just come on.” He waved his hand, motioning me forward in a rush. “Now!”
“Fine.” I groaned getting up from my spot. Hearing loud footsteps behind me, I knew Skylar was following us.
By the time I reached Demitri’s room, I gasped at the sight before me. And no, it wasn’t because of the high-tech equipment in the room, decorating literally every corner in the small room. No, it was the giant image displayed on his flat screen. Bradlee’s lips was practically near my lips.
“The f-----g suspect fell for you!” Demitri roared. “If I could’ve, I would’ve punched him for taking advantage of you!”
“I-I—what?” was my intelligent response, glancing at the screen. “H-how?”
“When he came in, he noticed you were sleeping. And after whispering something in your ear, he kissed you! I don’t even care if it was just a kiss on the cheek! He still f-----g—”
My eyebrows scrunched down in confusion, drowning out Demitri’s excessive yelling, as I tried to remember what Bradlee had said. My eyes widened as realization dawned on me. He had whispered my name. My real name. S--t. He actually knows.


Before I even had the chance to panic and go into a frenzy mess, I felt the vibrating s£nsat!on in my pocket, pausing my train of thought. Taking it out swiftly, I saw an unknown number flashing across my screen.


Clicking on it, my eyes widened in further fear as I saw the words: I didn’t know my note would scared you that much, Avery. Or should I say, Lily. It was fun watching you squirm. ? Bye, bye for now.
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