Chapter Eighteen #2
Later that night I find myself tossing and turning in the bed Wraith left to me.
After dinner that was almost skipped due to the little to no food in the kitchen he decided he’d sleep on the couch to give me space and I appreciated the gesture.
Now I can’t fall asleep and it’s two thirty-five in the morning.
Pulling out my phone I decide to look at the homework I managed to get from my professors, since I’m not going to be attending classes for the next couple of days, and groan.
Nursing school is not for the weak, let me tell you that.
Getting depressed about the workload I shut my phone off and go back to staring at the ceiling while playing with my fingers.
That’s when my bladder decides that it’s full and needs to be emptied, so sliding out the bed I enter the ensuite bathroom to do my business.
When I wash my hands I hear my stomach grumble and I roll my eyes but then think about those peanut butter crackers I saw in the back of one of the cupboards in the kitchen.
Walking out the bathroom I head for the kitchen but stop when I see a shadow outside.
My blood runs cold, thinking it’s someone here to harm us while everyone is sleep and has let their guard down.
Slowly I walk to one of the windows and look out to see a set of legs in.
.. grey basketball shorts. That’s when I look through the living room and see a pile of rumpled blankets and a missing Wraith.
I open the arcadian doors that lead to the little porch the cabin has and I spot Wraith pacing the space in nothing but basketball shorts.
“Can’t sleep?” I ask.
Immediately he pulls a gun from his waistband and points it at me. I hold my hands up and freeze, letting him realize who I am.
“Fuck.” He whispers, putting the gun away.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” I say.
“Why are you up?” he asks.
“I could ask you the same.” I respond.
He looks at me and grunts before continuing his pacing. I sense that he’s still on edge about this whole fucked up situation, but I could be wrong.
“Bad dream.” He grumbles.
“Ah.” I nod, walking to the edge of the porch. “I just couldn’t shut my brain off.”
Wraith plops down in the vintage rocking chair that sits on the porch and reaches for me.
Going to him he pulls me down into his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist firmly, possessively.
I lean into him, letting him give me comfort I never knew I needed.
It’s a comfort I only ever got from my grandfather when I had a bad day or something equivalent to the matter and I don’t shy away from it.
I feel his heart beating steadily against my back and it’s peaceful.
“I had a dream that Jamie had killed you and I couldn’t do anything to protect you.” He says.
I listen before saying,
“You know, I heard that telling your dream at night is bad luck.”
He’s silent as he lets what I just told him roll around in his head before shrugging.
“Fuck it...” he says. “Also, it’s kind of already too late.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, kind of.”
I then take his hand and place it over my heart, flattening his palm on my chest, letting him feel my heartbeat, and my chest rise and fall with each breath of air I take.
“You feel that?” I ask.
He nods.
“I’m alive, I’m okay, I’m well, I’m...” I contemplate my next words, unsure how they’d be perceived, but decide to say them anyway. “With you.”
He looks at me and smirks.
“You comforting me now?” he asks.
I smile.
“I was trying to but now I feel as though my attempt to do so was unnecessary.” I state.
He reaches for my chin and guides me to look at him. Leaning into me his lips touch mine and he kisses me softly. When he pulls away I find myself following him slightly before I catch myself.
“It wasn’t unnecessary.” He says softly.
His hand goes back to my chest and he feels my heartbeat once again.
“Because it helped.” He adds. “Also...”
His hands go to my hips and he shifts me in his lap. And I feel it as it slides between my cheeks. His dick is hard!
“Feeling my heartbeat made you hard?” I ask.
“No one has ever gotten hard from feeling you in an intimate way?” he asks.
I shake my head and he smiles.
“I should be proud of myself.” He says, grinning now.
“Oh fuck off.” I smile.
I go to stand but his grip on my hips tighten and he pulls me back down on him.
“Go get one of the blankets off the couch.” He whispers in my ear before releasing my hips.
Standing up I reenter the cabin to grab the first blanket I see and return to him.
Wraith takes the blanket and my hand before we walk down the steps into the grass.
We walk about four to seven yards away from the cabin and he spreads the blanket out on the ground.
He then lays down and pats the space next to him.
“Lay with me?” he pleads. “Under the stars.”
My insides begin to flutter as I watch him under the moonlight looking up at me with hopeful eyes.
Seconds later I’m laying next to him and he laces his fingers behind his head while I lay my head on his bicep.
He takes a deep breath and I watch his tattoos move on his skin.
My fingers mindlessly begin to trace them and he startles at my touch on his torso before relaxing.
“The sky is so beautiful when lit up with so many stars.” He mumbles.
He raises his leg and his shorts ride up, exposing the cross tattoo on his leg. My fingers reach for it and trace the bottom of it. When my fingertips collide with the tattoo Wraith leans down to kiss my forehead. My eyes then lift to the sky and I see a shooting star.
“Shooting star, make a wish.” He says.
Smiling I look at him and he looks at me.
“Make a wish!” he urges, smiling at me.
“I wouldn’t know what to wish for.” I state.
“Wish for anything.” He says.
Sighing, I close my eyes to make a wish.
I wish for a happy and successful future.
That is if I’m alive to see the future. I know Wraith wouldn’t let anything happen to me and I’m very well capable of protecting myself, but that doesn’t mean I’m invincible or untouchable.
When I open my eyes I find Wraith staring at me.
“You make a wish?” he asks.
I nod.
“Good.” He says.
I look back at the sky.
“The sky is beautiful dressed in stars.” I agree with his earlier statement.
“Mm.” he moans.
Looking back at him I see he’s having trouble keeping his eyes open and he has a satisfied, faded smile on his face. Placing my hand on his chest I feel his breathing slowly start to even out and before I know it... he’s asleep.