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Black In the Water

Where mystery meets romance... —Excerpt— We lay next to each other, both of us not saying a thing, but I feel comfortable. I don’t have the impulse to have to talk to him to avoid an awkward silence because it has never been awkward with Ash, I realise. “You asleep?” he whispers to me. “Nope,” I reply quietly. “It’s weird because my body is so tired but I can’t seem to shut my brain off.” “Me neither,” he says. I hear the crackling of the fresh sheet under us move and realise Ash has turned to face me. “Uhm, what?” I ask dubiously. “Nothing, I’m just trying to find a comfortable position.” “Okay,” I say as I stare at him in the dim glow of the candles. Ash stares back at me, his hand lifts to push away a strand of hair that has fallen into my eyes, then he closes his eyes. He is asleep in the next moment, with his hand frozen on my cheek. Usually, with anyone else, I would push his hand away because it feels wrong and uncomfortable. But his caress felt good against the slight burn on my skin. And as he rests his hand on my cheek, I can’t help but think about how no one has ever held me close to them and makes me feel this way. Even though Ash and I are far from holding each other close, just a touch of his hand comforts me in ways that others’ hugs have tried and failed. Without much thinking, I push Ash’s fallen hair out of his eyes and rest my hand against his cheek. In the next moment, as my eyes start to droop, I feel a pull of his cheek against my palm and realise he is smiling. —————————————————————————————————————————— When an apartment building is plagued by a strange substance in its water, its residents uncover a foreboding mystery that will perish them all. With a deadly fog that blocks their escape, they must now forget their differences and work together to overcome the horrifying events that ultimately threaten their survival.

krydwen · Sci-fi
Not enough ratings
203 Chs

Aiden Jenkins. Blasted Family

It feels like I've only just blinked my eyes before Hunter is shaking me awake. I've fallen asleep over my notes again, the table feels clammy under my cheek and palms. I lift my head up and wince when a throbbing started at the back of my head. The muscles of my neck and shoulders are sore, likely from bending forward in an awkward position all night. I look at Hunter to find he looks just as tired as he did last night. 

"Have you not slept at all?" I question. My voice is dry and croaky. Again, I wince at the pain that my own voice caused to my head. 

"Uh, no, not really. I can't sleep in this uncomfortable chair," he replies.

"I told you to go on up to the apartment, I'm totally fine alone," I tell him as I lift my hand to massage the back of my neck.

Hunter says nothing as he rises from the chair and quickly collects the scattered paper on the table.