You know you should probably get up, should try to get out of his arms, but instead you let yourself sink deeper into his embrace.
“Thank you,” you mumble as he holds you tightly against his chest.
And this time when you fall asleep, no nightmares find you.
Ziros
“Thank you,” she mumbles as I hold her in my arms.
There’s those words again. Those same stupid two words that shouldn’t make me feel the things they do.
She’s a human.
Magical or not, she’s just a mortal.
I can’t fall for her.
I shouldn’t.
And yet…those wordsdo thingsto me.
And no one has ever looked at me the way she does. What is it about her—what’s different?
She’s just a weak little human, yet the longer I’m with her, the harder it is to want to let go.
The minutes turn to an hour as I sit there, still holding her in my arms. Her breathing is even and smooth, a few strands of hair rising and falling at the edge of her face with each exhale.
Slowly, I sink back into the bed, holding her against my bare chest.
She’s still got those stupid-amazing tiny pajamas on, and I try not to let my thoughts stray as I curl onto one side, her body fitting against mine like a puzzle piece.
Like we were made for each other.
No—wait. What the hell am I thinking?
I’m only with her until she sets me free. Then I’ll never have to see her again.
That’s right.
But her side feels so smooth and warm against my arm, her body curving so perfectly into mine.
All I want is to run my damn hand over her. To feel her melt all around me as I —
Damn it all.
I’ll never get any sleep like this.
It doesn’t help that she smells so damn good.
I can survive on human food. Sure.
But to really live?
I lean closer to her neck, the rhythm of her breathing still steady as I slide the hair away from the base where it meets the shoulder.
Her blood pulses behind my ears, its scent a siren song drawing me closer.
I’ve never cared for the taste of blood.
