25| Thick silence

I need to see Dexter because I want to thank him for what he did for my kids, despite it was unknown to me all these while. And the surprising part of it is that it happened weeks ago before we hang out.

He could have at least told me about it when we went to the bar or even before then but he just kept it within him and the kids. I know my kids with GUILTY CONSCIENCE, they can't handle it when it comes to keeping secrets. No matter how little it might be, you can't count it on them.

When I reached his bedroom's door, I took a deep breath for the millionth time, still finding the urge to twist the doorknob. I'm more fragile than my kids especially when it comes to fear. I don't know where to start from, whether by knocking first, or just barging in sneakily. I've been standing outside the room door for minutes, still contemplating and when my brain was almost getting a migraine from the too much process, I pushed the door open without a knock or thinking twice or caring what if he was putting on some clothes or maybe even...naked.

The room was quite dark. Is someone actually sleeping in here? How sure that person doesn't get a nightmare? In my room, I still sleep with the wall lights on. I can only turn off the lamplight at least.

The door made a little squeaky sound as I push in. The only reflection of light I can see was the moon's reflection, coming into the room through the large open windows. The curtains were parted aside, inviting the open air from outside to flush in.

The first idea that pops in my head was seeing Santa on his reindeer, flying round the sky and laughing HO, HO, HO. all the way.

For once, I thought my assumption came to reality when I saw someone's shadow reflecting on the floor. I didn't bother to switch on the light to see if Dexter was in or not because it was still pretty dark a bit in here.

I left the door shut behind me, making a little sound. Then, I began to walk my way in. With the little moonlight ray shining on the edge of the bed, I can tell that no one was lying on the bed. It was empty so I assume the shadow outside the window is him.

I was surprise I wasn't scared as I tiptoed to the large open window. It seems like there is another balcony here. I continued going until I proved my instincts right.

Of course it was really Dexter standing out there alone. His face was buried in his phone as he scrolls and scrolls. His arms rested on the handrail and he was only on a complete pair of sweater pajamas like the other night.

"If you're gonna talk about the kiss, then forget it." His voice made me stop on my tracks. He didn't even get to see if it was me or not as he plug his eyes to his phone's screen.

And about the kiss...? I thought he has forgotten.

It's not new to me anymore that this guy is a genius. He is a god of his own kind. "Actually, that's not what brought me here and.....can you please tell me if you had eyes at your back? Maybe there is one and I actually can't see it."

I try not to laugh about it but he bursted out in laughter and then took his face off his phone to look at me standing beside him. His eyes went from up to down and down to up at me, causing me to recheck what I was putting on and those eyes of his which he used in staring at me was too seductive like I came all the way from my room to seduce him.

He tuck the phone into his pockets, still digging holes in my eyes with his as a smile crest at the side of his lips. "You haven't slept yet, why?"

I rose an eyebrow, look who's talking. The mastermind and legend of fore-eye master asking me if I've not slept yet. Isn't he a human being? Won't he sleep too? "I was gonna ask you the same. Anyway," I exhaled. "Thank you, I just found out about what you did for my kids. I really appreciate but you shouldn't have done that, just Incase of next timmmm."

My words ended up breaking into pieces when he placed a finger on my lips during the last sentence.

"Shh," He hushed me to remain silent while he speak. I kinda like it, though. "How many more times I've I told you never to say thank you to me?"

I still couldn't talk because his finger was crossed on my lips but I manage to poke out three fingers at him.

"Good," He simply say, taking his finger off my lips. I took the opportunity to fix my glasses properly. Then, he continued, leaning on the handrail. "Then why aren't you asleep at this hour?"

I paused for a while, being carried away by his gorgeousness when the moon reflects on his face. His JetBlue eyes seems like a view of the blue ocean at night.

"I'm.... I'm... I'm....I was umm, still finding it difficult to sleep after the kiss." I confessed. What a relief.

Think he got shocked with the expression.

"Is that why you couldn't sleep too?" I asked curiously and he nodded. "Oh wow." I whispered nervously, as I turn facing the skyview.

Just all of a sudden, I felt warmness around me like something was covering me. It was his body, shielding me from the cold again. Does he have to do that all the time? And to crack things up, I was just wearing a white light satin nightgown that reaches my middle thighs, exposing my collarbone, cleavage and I think my nipples pointing freely through the dress.

Come on, it's dark and I first thought someone might barely see my open body. And on the second hand, I never gave a second thought that I'd come to Dexter's room tonight. No wonder he was glancing at me like a book of mystery.

"You shouldn't be wearing things like this during winter." He warned me, softly. Adjusting the almost falling handle of my dress on my shoulder.

The wind blew my messy bun, causing my full hair to fall straight on my shoulders. That was when I recognize the weather around us.

I wrap myself with my arms, pretending not to shiver. "Wow, what a cold." I chuckle. But can not deny the goosebumps on my bare skin.

The next thing he did made my eyes to widen deeper, almost causing my eyes to tear out of their sockets. He took off his sweater shirt, giving me full view of his upper muscular well-built body with the eight packs abs. My eyes traveled down to his abdomen where his pants begins but on top of that, I gulped at the sight of the huge V line that trace the middle of his abdomen.

I was so desperate to search for the bottom line of the V to see where it ends but that would be too pervert of me. Before he wore the sweater shirt on me, I observed the one side scar on the top side of his right breast, that I never noticed when he was shirtless the first time.

Just Incase...this is making it the second time am seeing him shirtless. The sweater shirt reaches my thigh, covering my nightgown and my hands lost inside the shirt. "Thanks," I simply say. But when he gave me the REALLY? look, I just smiled, "Come on, you know I won't forget my manners."

"Fine, fine but don't let it be an habit." He sighed.

I inch closer to touch the scar on his chest without permission and he just watch me do it. "Where did you got it from?"

His big hand got hold of my small hand and I assume I've caressed too much. Our eyes locked for a while which seem like an hour. "It's a long story, Triana."

I slowly took my hand off his grip when he gently let go of it. "Am sorry."

"No, no, no, don't be. This one has to do with I and the animal." He said, whining.

"Animal?" My brows creased, misunderstanding. Is he now Mowgli the jungle boy? Or Tarzan? Which one?

"Come, I'll tell you. But not out here. The cold is too much, I'll turn on the heater, then we'll talk." He says, taking my hand as we walk side by side together. And that was when I observed something else at his back. A huge dragon tattoo drawn at his spine. I adore it and I adore his back muscles up to his thick neck.

After taking a space from the floor, I waited for him to turn on the heater and when he did, he came sitting beside me. So close that air could not penetrate through. In less than few seconds, the room became warm.

His eyes never left the heater as if he was talking to it while he explains things to me who locked my eyes on his face. "I was just seventeen back then. I went to the woods, it was my place of serenity. And there came this wild, hungry lion, roaring behind me...." His brows furrowed like he could see the animal in the fire, approaching him again. "He never stopped even when I tried to threaten him with a stick. I reached out for my sword to fight him, but what could my sword do? He caught the hem of it and rattle it away."

I gasped, imagining Dexter on armour, shield and sword like the British aristocrat.

"He was too powerful....." He continues, his eyes dark and dimmed coldly. "I was the only one out there and I had to stop him or else, he'll go out hurting other people. We battled and battled for a very long time, his aim was to target me and eat me up like a raw meat. I was running out of strength and no one to come to my aid. I changed position and dived on his back. He struggled and struggled to get me off but I kept holding tighter. I know lions don't go weak easily even with one bullet, they don't give up. So I never thought or hope he was dead. Knowing that I've gotten the most easy part of him, I sat on his back, grabbed his mouth and divided him into two with my bare hands."

I gasped again. Was that a folktale or real life story?

Ridiculous.

"It was later I found out that my chest was bleeding. I didn't notice he scratched my chest until then." He stated before turning towards my direction only to meet my enormous eyes gazing at him like I just saw a ghost. He chuckled, "Hey," Wrapping his arm around me as he snuggle me to himself, "That was years ago, let's bullshit that."

Of course I know he is brave and stronger than I thought. "And what does that dragon symbolize?" I asked, making him act as if he doesn't know what am talking about for a while.

A sly smile crest on his lips when he finally realized. "Oh you mean the one on my back?" When I nodded, he scoffed cheekily. "It's just something that represent me."

Something that..... Okay, this is getting mysterious than I thought.

I clicked my fingers inwardly, telling myself that I'm sitting next to a dragon in human creature.

"What are you thinking?" He asked when I didn't say anything after a long time. "Hmm?" He raised his brows, pushing strands of my hair which were covering my face to one side.

We were so close to each other that any slightest thing can happen and I don't care what it might be. All I know is that, I'm enjoying this guy's company. I couldn't blink and our eyes locked like we were doing eye contact competition.

Even in that gaze, I saw everything. The image of a seventeen years old Dexter fighting a lion all alone in the woods. And I wonder what he sees in mine too.

"You're beautiful." His voice deep and soft.

I was supposed to accept the compliment but I just sat there stiffed and muted, watching our faces come closer. He was on the lead again. His hand holding the back of my neck as it brings me closer to his face whereas his other hand was holding onto my waist. I knew what's about to happen but do I look like I care?

I submit myself to him, allowing him to kiss me as it pleases him. I want him to eat me, savour me till am no more. His tongue finds its way somehow into my mouth and I felt it chasing after mine. It finally got hold of it, devouring it to the fullest.

I moaned my soul out, raking his hair with my fingers. And when he stopped, I gave him the 'No, keep going.' And he assumed wrongly. "I promise you, it's not a mistake."

"And I don't regret it." I told him, still wanting more. He looked down at himself and found my fingers clinging into his pants. I quickly retrieved my hands, getting a bit embarrassed. "Sorry, I'm just too desperate. I should go back to my room....."

Even before I could stand up from my sitting position, his hand held my wrist tightly a bit soft so he doesn't hurt me and I stopped, turning my gaze back at him.

"Spend the night with me." He says, and my soul gave in instantly. I know I left my kids all alone in the room and they're safe in there. Infact, this whole building is safe but am still supposed to go back and check on them. "Please." He added when I didn't say a single word.

My heart knows what I want is him and I've been dying to brush that mindset off my head since our first kiss but how? And now am going to end up sharing the same bed with him tonight.

Well, if you ask me....? I don't mind at all. I don't care for whoever finds us together in the morning or whatever anyone thinks about it but all I want to know is getting the best cuddle with the Duke of Skakoan.

Like I said one time, if his kiss was so precious, then I can assume what will be more sweeter about him if we go deeper.

And that night, I ended up sleeping on the same bed with him. He didn't touch me. Outside the kiss we had, he never crossed his limits. We stayed peacefully on our own and slept off after keeping quiet in the thick silence.