Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (e reader books .txt) 📗

“See two are done. They aren’t that bad.” I was brought out of my trance by his words as I looked at my nails. They didn’t look perfect, there like little smudges here and there but overall, I couldn’t stop admiring the tactics he was doing to just make me happy.

No one had ever done that. No one had ever cared if I was comfortable, or if I had any say in that matter or if I disagreed. They assumed and carried on, never looking out for me.

“You’re doing a nice job.” His smile widened, his dimples prominent more, and I couldn’t stop the feeling of safe, care and home around him.

Yes, home.

He felt too much like what I had ever imagined a home to be. Warm, cozy and safe. He was the exact synonym of that. I couldn’t deny that, however much I try.

His tongue poked out as he unscrewed the yellow paint and began to do my ring finger. His eyebrows furrowed with concentration with every coat he made.

I didn’t know how long, I kept starting at him and he was doing my nails, before he declared he was done.

I looked at my newly painted nails and they honestly looked good. I had never had anyone painting my nails, there were so many things I was doing for the first time with him.

“Did you like that?”

I smiled at him, nodding. “yes. They’re very pretty.” He stood up and walked around me while I looked at him confused. He pulled up my hair, before grabbing the scrunchie and making a bun of my hair.

“Not the best, but will do I think. They were irritating you so much.” His face in a frown as he gazed at the poorly made hair bun.

I looked at him as he began to collect the polishes but the frown on his face not leaving.

“Do you like painting others nails?” I nodded at that, my smile widening a little.

“Yes, I love that more.” I saw him looking down on the floor, quietly as if thinking so etching deep but he sighed and looked up.

“Okay, you can paint mine.” My eyes widened a little at that.

“What? Are you-“

“It’s fine. If you enjoy that you can do that on me.” My eyes welled up as I took the black paint from him. “but use black, it will look more manly.” I threatened to laugh at that, but I couldn’t. Something was always holding me back.

I took his hand and brought up the paint.  His face in a frown as he eyed the paint, a look of distaste. He looked so cute that I wanted to just hug him and stay like that, allowing him to protect me. But how long? How long would he protect me? He couldn’t be everywhere, I had to learn to protect myself.

“Are you sure?” I could definitely see the reluctance in his eyes, but he shook his head.

“positive.”

By the time I was finished, he was looking at the paint hard as if wanting it to disappear. His eyes curious like a little child on Christmas as he gazed at him for so long until he sighed and went with it.

If I was being honest, with the tattoo , muscles and the painted nails, he was looking like hot and sweet. I sighed as he ushedred for me to get ready, since we have an appointment with the doctor.

I was reluctant at first, but Damien said therapy was needed, mostly for my mental health, and I found the same. This wasn’t the time to be unwilling something which was much needed but I agreed.

I didn’t know, what this therapy hold for me.

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Sorry, for the shorter update. Will try to update soon.

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