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

I saw his eyes opened a few minutes later and his intense gaze settled on me, looking upside down. There is something with his stare which always make me nervous and timid. I felt like a little child who did something wrong. His gazes are always strong and scorching, and it felt like creeping up my skin.

“Why are you doing this?” My fingers stilled for a while at his words. I couldn’t bring myself to answer him anything because even I doesn’t know why am I doing this.

Why seeing him in comfort and relaxation brings a sudden warmth and comfort inside me? I didn’t know.

“It looked like you needed some.” I passed him a little smile, continuing with my work. His hair felt so soft in my hand and it felt so good running them in there.

“Do you want some coffee? Or rather you should sleep.” He huffed out a long breath and I saw his relaxation soon fading away.

“I can’t sleep now, I have work to finish.” I didn’t know how to make him sleep. This wasn’t my place to ask him to do anything and I didn’t even know if he would listen to that or not.

I removed my fingers from his hair and shoulder and stepped away. “Why did you stop? It was feeling good.” His voice was husky as sleep wrapped in them. I knew if I did that some more time he will surely fall in sleep. But in the chair wouldn’t be uncomfortable.

And I also didn’t want him to have anymore coffee.

Not having any other way I gave him a nod and again massaged his temple and groans of pleasure left his lips. “Thank you.” His voice was so soft as it felt like he is drifting off to sleep and I couldn’t cease the butterflies in my stomach at that word.

“You're welcome.” I didn’t think he heard me because I heard his soft even breathing and relaxed figure.

He was asleep.

I unwrapped the shawl from around me and covered him with that. I didn’t know from where this was coming from, the urge to make him feel better. I moved away from him, and my eyes unknowingly fell on his face under the soft glow of the bulbs.

There was something so broken and battered in him, which was reflecting under the facade less face he was sleeping in.

What happened to his family?

Why there was no picture of them? And who was this Zelena?

Questions brimmed inside me but one look at the softness on his hard, tough face I couldn’t think more in them.

Leaving him on there, I walked out with my bottle and walked up to my room.

A yawn escaped my lips.

Now even I was sleepy…

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