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

C H A P T E R 17

SURPRISE!

Ha! I actually didn’t think of posting this today but then it is the continuation of the last scene so I had to. I couldn’t leave a scene halfway.

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DELILAH

It felt peaceful and serene in here.

His arms around me, brought such an overwhelming feeling monopolizing my emotions that I restrained myself from doing anything inappropriate.

My head was pressed against his chest, and I could easily hear his fast heartbeats under me. And it felt like such a comforting tune enough to bring me to sleep. The musky smell invaded my senses and I again controlled myself from tiptoeing and connecting my lips to his.

I have never had these thoughts before. Neither have I ever been an kiss expert or anything but I couldn’t help now. He was bringing all the unknown versions of me out. I didn’t know existed.

The part of me thinking to see a future of me someday being a professional chef. Someday buy myself a place to live in. And away from all the strings tying me up now.

He was bringing out the dream of future in me.

“I thought you are gone.” I couldn’t help the sudden sensation which evolved up inside me hearing his words. It felt like there was someone for whom I exist.

I exist as a human, a living being with emotions and heart and not just a sex toy.

It was so comforting and warm there that I just wanted to cry myself to sleep here, uttering out every emotions I’m feeling. My past, the pains I have been in, the nightmares, the constant fear and the threat.

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t bring myself to open up so easily. I couldn’t even if I try. Would he listen if I ever open up?

“I was just reading.” I could feel his strong bulky arms tightened around me and I was almost lifted up on my feet if not he was bending.

I felt him pressing me more to himself once before leaving me. His arms left my waist and I dropped my hands around his neck.

He stood up again on his feet, and composed himself. It was may be just a moment of weakness.

I cleared my throat at the silence stretching between us, “Why don’t we have the dinner?” His eyes widened a little at the words.

I couldn’t help myself from praising how beautiful he was. There was a darkness in his beauty. A kind of beautiful not found in a bright sunny day under the rainbow between yellow and red.

But his beauty was more like the dark stormy nights, the continuous shower and the sudden thunderstorms with it. His beauty was like the lightning in that sky, powerful and disastrous yet so beautiful.

“You didn’t eat till now?” I didn’t even know why I didn’t. Maybe I wasn’t hungry.

Or just that it felt lonely eating alone.

“I wasn’t hungry.”

We made our way towards the dinner table and I moved to heat the food. I prepared lasagne and hoped its good enough.

We didn’t talk and had the food in silence.

•••••

Sleep seemed far away from my eyes. I looked up at the ceiling, under the faint glow of the lamp and the words of the message kept on repeating inside my mind like a loop.

I couldn’t control the uneasiness and fear I was feeling, which couldn’t be restricted however much I tried.

I felt my throat going dry and I lifted my hand for the water bottle but it wasn’t there.

I huffed at my stupidity and stood up taking the bottle in hand. I put my slippers on and walked out, downstairs.

The heater has kept the cold atmosphere quite folded in warmth, and the light shawl wrapped around me was enough to protect from the cold.

I walked towards the kitchen and flicked on the lights before filling up my bottle. I gulped down the water in one go, feeling so thirsty.

I poured another bottle for the night aand walled out, flicking off the lights.

Walking upstairs my eyes fell on a room just beside the library, the door was ajar and light was reflecting out from it. I stepped down from the stairs and moved towards the place.

I peeked inside and saw a tired Damien on the seat in front of his laptop. His shoulders were slumped down, his head rested against the seat while his fingers were massaging his temple. He groaned a little, flexing his arms, eyes still closed.

I opened the door lightly, and stepped inside. This was the office room. I have never been here.

There was a huge mahogany desk in the centre of the room, shelves stacked with books on the both sides of the deep-blue washed walls. And a couch in the right corner of the room. 

I didn’t know what propelled me to walk inside towards where he was sitting. I know maybe he didn’t wanted to get disturbed or anything but I just…

He kept on massaging his temples and eyes pressed closed tightly. My arms lifted in their own accord when I found them placed over his temples.

I removed his rough fingers from there exchanging with mine. I massaged lightly on his temples, and groans escaped his lips. And I was not gonna lie that surely did something to my body.

I kept on massaging him, pressing my fingers all over his forehead before I moved to his dishevelled hair and run my fingers in them. I couldn’t tell how many times I have imagined myself doing this.

His body relaxed against the seat and I could tell he was finding this quite helpful. I pressed his shoulders too, massaging them. His head shifted back and eyes closed softly this time, in relaxation maybe if I wasn’t wrong.

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