Chapter 10
Ector
Genevieve disappeared from my view, and my eyes couldn’t seem to find her, until they did.
Another man is dancing with her, holding a tight grip around her waist, making her smile.
Uncontrollable jealousy spreads through me quicker than I can process it, and within seconds, I’m already on my way to interrupt their little moment. I’m protecting this woman at all costs. She’s not mine, but seeing her with another man’s hands on her, makes my blood boil.
“Are you staying here? I mean, staying the night?” The guy with awfully long hair asks her.
“Yes, we are staying the night.” I interrupt, which might be wrong, but I don’t give a flying fuck.
All this guy wants is to get skin to skin. It shows in his eyes, the way he looks at her. I’m sure Genevieve doesn’t see it, but that intent doesn’t go unnoticed by another guy.
It’s easy for me to see the intentions behind the look on his face. He thinks she’s pretty, but the way he bites his lip, trying to look seductive is impossible to ignore.
He only wants to get his dick into someone, and that someone will not be my sweet angel.
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As we enter the room, all I can think of is getting a wonderful night’s sleep. But as the two of us look around for the second bed, we quickly realize there is only one bed.
“I can sleep on the floor, it’s fine.” The words roll off my tongue effortlessly. I’m absolutely not letting her sleep anywhere else but on that bed.
“No, Ector. You shouldn’t sleep on the floor.”
She isn’t selfish, not at all, and something about that is so damn attractive. Many fairies are selfish, only ever thinking about themselves, but she isn’t like that. Of course she isn’t. Her kindness and understanding is messing with me, something I'm not used to.
“Do you want me to get another room?” I ask, wanting to show her the respect that she deserves, wanting her to feel safe around me. Sleeping in another room is the least I can offer.
“No, it’s okay. I think we can manage to sleep beside each other for one night.” She breathes. “It’s not like we’re into each other.”
Is that what she thinks? That I’m not into her? I adore her.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
This is going to be tough. I never sleep properly, I often have intense nightmares, sometimes waking up in the middle of the night, shaking, covered in my own sweat.
I often dream about memories from my childhood.
It’s one of the things I despise the most, the memories won’t even leave me alone in my sleep. They never stop haunting me.
I can’t let that happen tonight. I don’t want her to see that side of me, to scare her off.
The queen-sized bed is draped in a lovely shade of beige, which reminds me of the soft sands of an enchanted shore. The sheets cascading over it are in a beautiful tone of river blue. On the bed sit two decorative pillows shaped like seashells.
Genevieve takes off her shoes and places them on the big turquoise carpet, then sits down on the end of the bed with her back facing me.
I take a few small steps closer to her, but stop right behind her and place my icy hands on her shoulders. Her body shivers. She starts to turn her head to look at me, but I stop her immediately.
“Don’t.” I demand, and she listens. Of course she does.
Dragging my fingers down her back, I start to untie her corset. Moving her long curly hair over her shoulder, she gives me silent permission to continue.
She pulls her dress over her head, and hands it to me to set aside. She sits still, naked, trusting me completely.
I pull my black hoodie over my head and gently give it to her, but I don’t look at her, not even a glance, only to let her know that she can trust me.
“Here, you can sleep in this, it will be more comfortable.”
“Thank you.”
She drags it over her head and stands up from the bed, turning around to make eye contact with me. The hoodie so big on her that it ends right above her knees.
“Thank you for helping me untie my dress, Ector.” She says, a hint of mystery in her tone. The way my name leaves her mouth makes me go insane, my body freezing to ice.
Genevieve puts the seashell pillows away and cuddles up in the bed with the big blanket over her body.
She takes out the braids in her hair and let it all fall down, then grabbing all of it, putting it up in a messy bun, the blond and pink in her hair blending perfectly together.
“Are you coming?” She asks me.
My eyes go wide and her cheeks turn pink.
“No, not like that!”
A smile forms on my face as I move towards my side of the bed and lie down beside her, lying so that my back is facing the wall. I’m only wearing a black t-shirt, making it easy to see that my wings are gone, cut off. I’m not ready for her to see that. Not yet.
“What are you looking at?” She asks.
“You.”
She blushes even more, which I find adorable. Then she wishes me a good night and drifts off to a deep sleep faster than I expected.
I try to stay awake for as long as possible, desperate not to have any nightmares. Staring at her while she’s asleep, I feel like a creep.
I feel so drawn to her, yet I don’t understand why. Spending time with her and having her near me, her presence makes me calm. So calm that I eventually drift off to sleep without my own consent.