If I do, then it’s over—the promise I made to myself about not getting close to a human.
I’m an idiot for even letting myself get as attached as I have.
As soon as she sets me free, I’m out of here.
That’s the only reason I’m here at all.
Then I’ll taste all that beautiful, sweet, sweet unlimited power all over again, and then I can put all this wasted time behind me for good.
The years will fly by again, and soon enough she’ll be dead.
Humans always die.
So why…why does that thought leave a bitter, lonely ache twisting inside me?
None of it makes sense.
I want to punch something.
But since the only things around belong to my human, I can’t do that. Tothehuman. I’ve got to stop calling her mine.
She’s not mine.
She’s just a human who I’m stuck with until I’m free.
And maybe she finally recognizes that, too, because she’s been extra distant all day. We barely even talked during all the hours from there to here.
And now, once I step out of the shower, she only gives me a strange, hurried glance as she rushes into the bathroom carrying a bundle of clothing.
Humans.
I’ll never understand them.
I lie back on the bed, closing my eyes, city lights glimmering through the edges of the blinds. Wearing just a pair of sweatpants. No shirt.
And it seems I’m even more spent out from the trip than I’d realized, because I find myself drifting off to sleep.
It must only be a few minutes later when I open my eyes again, the room quiet. The shower is already off.
And the bathroom door creaks tentatively open, my human’s footsteps cautious and slow as she creeps toward the bed.
Maybe she doesn’t want to wake me up.
She must think I’m still asleep. She can’t see my eyes are open.
Hang on.
She’s wearing…what the hell is she wearing?
Wasthiswhy she was in such a hurry to get into the shower? Because she didn’t want me to see what she was carrying?
I shoot straight up—in more ways than one—my body already wide awake before my mind understands what’s happening.
She’s leaning back against the wall, one knee bent, as if intentionally displaying her curves even more. And holy damn, does she havecurves.
I hope this is lingerie.
This had better-as-hell be lingerie, otherwise things are about to getrealawkward, because these sweatpants don’t hide much.
