Scary and Gentle

Back at the luxurious cabin of their cruise, Neva peels off her peach coloured knitted shawl. She goes on placing it on the single sofa.

"Why were you there?" Rhett inquires her in a firm voice.

Neva raises her head, glancing at his hardened features. "Told you, I needed some fresh air." Neva utters whimsically, climbing on the bed.

"To hell with your fresh air!" Rhett sarcastically remarks. Neva plainly seats herself on the bed, gazing up at him, she purses her lips.

"Do you realise how dangerous the cold and You being alone is?" His jaw clenches in anger. Intimidating her, he stands there, his gaze holding her's threacherous—having her cotton soft heart jump in nervousness.

Neva remains silent, her arms crossed over her knees—folded close to her chest.

"And who the hell was that man?" Rhett continues inquiring her with a rough demeanour. He exhales, irked, placing himself on one of the two single sofas.

"I don't know. I just met him." Neva responds, eyes lowered, mellow—mumbling her words.

"Really?" Rhett raises one of his brows, "But you seemed not conversing with a guy you just met." He remarks bitterly.

Neva gazes at him, "What do you mean Rhett?" She frowns at the strange energy of her lover. Failing to fancy this gruff him.

Rhett sighs, closing his eyes for a breather, in aims of lulling the anger. He unveils his lids a moment after, "Nothing."

He rises from the sofa, nearing Neva. "I was just worried about you. You could have woken me up." He says, rather gently.

His fingers tugs Neva's unkempt hair, lacing over her beautiful face to her left ear. The sweet gesture, has her eyes to entangle with his now, soft ones.

Rhett cups the opposite of right, the side of her face. He kisses her gently and delightfully.

And a brief moment later, Neva feebly forces him away. She refuses to meet his gaze. "We need to sleep."

Rhett hums in response, landing a smooth peck on her cheek.

Neva lays down, covering herself with the quilt. Rhett swiftly climbs on the bed. Sneaking under the covers, he wraps his wandering hands over her waist, spooning her.

He nuzzles his face on her nap, her sweet scent soothing him all over. "Don't do that anymore." He mutters, his voice muffled. Neva does not reply to him.

"What were you talking with that man?" The curious, analytical Rhett queries her to the end.

"We are strangers, what could we be possibly talk about?" Neva calmly returns.

"You seemed comfortable, savoring the talk with him." Rhett queries still, burying himself further in her.

"Do you think I was cheating or something?" Neva retorts back stoicly.

"No." Rhett says. He pauses for a moment.

"You are not capable of cheating." Hoping to wind off this topic, he closes his eyes to sleep in peace.

Neva creases her brows, "What if I am?"

She mischieviously elongates the unsettling conversation.

"You cannot." He declares in a stern tone.

"What if I could?" She challenges her sulking, frowning man.

In an instant he hovers her, resulting Neva's orbs to magnify. "I will kill that man. Take you away—far away and lock you and I on a lone, secure Island." He breathes out the intensity of his words, airing her features.

He brings his lips closer to her's, kissing, devouring her soul out.

"I can never let you go. For you were always mine." Rhett breathes heavily, raspily over her lips. He connects their forehead, veiling his eyes, "For you are forever only mine."

Neva veils her eyelids, just the same, chuckling seconds later.

Rhett raises his head, scanning her features.

"What is it?"

Neva peers up at him, and shakes her head, "Nothing, get away from me. I'm angry and upset at you." She caresses his chest, shoving him away, having him slip beside her on the bed.

"Why?" Rhett probes, taking the same position as before. Tangling his large muscled, veiny arms around her slim waist.

"You were rude to me. Get your hands away..." Neva struggles to free herself from his caging hands.

"Don't!" His deep, harsh voice demands. Neva halts her actions. His arms strengthening their hold on her. Her bones now stiff. He feels too rude to have his arms around her tonight.

Stubborn Neva, she makes it her life goal to get his hands off her now, harshly. Her chest heavy, mind dizzy, eyes blurring.

"Please Angel, don't. I need to hold you close to sleep." His tender voice sequels in Rhett to triumph over Neva.

She removes her hands off his own. Still overturned with sadness. He smiles, nuzzling his head deeply on her nap. Loosening his arms a little.

Neva exhales, worn out in need of sleep.

This time she closes her eyes, immediately drifting off to the slumberland.