Our demons

I crouched down so my face was lower than his. I slowly took his hands in mine and squeezed them. I stared in his eyes giving him the assurance that he was fine here with me. I was trying to convey this by actions because words didn't seem to be getting to him.

I tried my best not to blink but that was something even I had no control over. I saw some light get back in his eyes but just that. There was no other reaction. He on the other hand never broke contact with my eyes. I was at the very least happy he trusted me this much.

I could feel my body slowly get sore all over.

His eyes averted a bit for a split second, but I could instantly tell. They traveled over my shoulder then back at me. I wondered what it was he was looking at, so I unconsciously looked in that direction as well. But I could not see a thing before he pulled my hands over. He buried his head on my shoulder and whispered "hug."

I slid my hands from his grasp and traced to the back. I could feel the masculinity he held but it wasn't time to be distracted. I held on firmly though this contact was messing with my mind. I couldn't help but let my mind wonder. I was wrong, I admit, but wasn't he the one giving me these temptations?

I calmed a bit as well in his embrace. My anger cooled a bit.

I started to realize that through the sudden unplanned movement my thighs were seated on his left foot and my feet were a bit interlocked with his. Not to mention that my face was facing his neck. I wanted to bite so damn bad, but I knew this was not the time.

I endured for what seemed like a century of tempting-torture. I felt his breath calm down, so I lifted my face to look at him. He was sound asleep. I was relieved but not to forget that I was held tightly in his arms.

I stretched my hand to open a small compartment on the edge of the sofa. I set the bed-mode to and put on the heating system. I was a bit drowsy, so I quickly fell asleep.

***

I woke up to an empty sofa bed. I guess he woke up earlier than me. I could smell the fragrant aroma of the Caleb special breakfast. I drowsily headed to the kitchen and took a glass of water. He was cooking as normal.

I guess he had recovered. At the very least willed himself to seem like he recovered. I stared at him for a while before sitting down. I took a few breaths to calm myself and looked at him when our eyes met. I felt a slight chill run down my spine but oddly enough, he just smiled. That was even more scary.

Not that I was scared of him but that he had such will power that it was scary. But could not I say that I was any different. I had my own demons which I learned to keep tied down deep in my heart. I was determined to never let them show, especially to him. Maybe, just maybe, he didn't want me to see his demons.