148 Don't go

Even if it was a dream it was too late...

"Because I didn't want to leave you alone, I would have been worried about you all night," he said with such tenderness as his hand that was on my waist moved to my cheek, and he cupped them in his palms. I could feel she was worried but why! What did it have to do with him now, what if I told him, that it was all because of his lover only!

I did not say a word, I had nothing to say, all this tenderness, this care, this worry, what did it mean! Was it guilt? Was it sympathy, I did not want to know, but then I did not want to take it as affection too.

"You are still tired, try to sleep again, Mari," he said taking his hand away from my cheeks, and I took a breath of relief, but in the next moment, his hands touched my hairs, as he slowly started running a hand in them, patting me in between like my mother used to do when I was young.

It felt so better, so relaxing, my eyes turned heavy again.