Only When She Sleeps
I know she cries in her sleep.
I've spent enough time in her bed to know of the terrible nightmares she faces every night. Every tear that drips silently down her cheek slowly rips my heart in half. If I wasn't such a coward, I'd be able to sooth her pains when she's awake. Truly make them disappear. But I can't or I don't. The most I can do is offer her unconscious mind a sense of security by being near her when she doesn't have control over her thoughts.
She lets out a shaky breath and turns towards me, her head nuzzled in the crook of my neck, her arms desperately tightening around my body. One of my arms wraps tightly around her waist, drawing her closer to my body. My other hand creeps up onto the arm that is splayed across my chest, stroking it gently.
This is how we always end up.
We start on separate sides of the bed and she migrates towards me, intertwining her body with mine. Everything's always easier when she sleeps.
During the day we can scream and yell and deny our passion and attraction for each other. But at night, she has no control over herself and...she finds me.
Another tear streaks down her cheek and onto my neck, blazing a hot trail down to my back.
I know I could make her happy.
Happier than anyone else could make her because I know her, I love her. I know I could make her happy, but I don't know if I could make her love me.
I know she lusts for me; I can see it in her eyes, the way her body reacts to mine. But is there more?
The kisses we've shared touch my soul. She is just as effected as me. Can two people who are not in love share a kiss like that? Feel that? I don't know. I don't really know anything about this. I've never felt this way. I'm scared and unsure about everything, except one thing. I won't take advantage of her. Because if I get her, I want her for good, for life. And I know she could hurt me like no one else, and if she did I don't know if I'd recover.
But all I want to do is make her happy. She doesn't deserve all the suffering she's had to go through, and the scorn of everyone in Salem. Nobody sees her like I do, and nobody sees me like she does. And that's why we fit, why we understand each other, why we're soulmates.
Soulmates?
I glance down at her innocent face, which is finally looking peaceful. Yeah, I can use that word with her, it's true. She's my life.
My gaze lowers to stare at her inviting lips. I fight the urge to kiss her, but as is the case more recently, my head loses and I lean down to taste her, my partner, my best friend, my soulmate, and-
"Lucas! What are you doing?!"
I know she cries in her sleep.
I've spent enough time in her bed to know of the terrible nightmares she faces every night. Every tear that drips silently down her cheek slowly rips my heart in half. If I wasn't such a coward, I'd be able to sooth her pains when she's awake. Truly make them disappear. But I can't or I don't. The most I can do is offer her unconscious mind a sense of security by being near her when she doesn't have control over her thoughts.
She lets out a shaky breath and turns towards me, her head nuzzled in the crook of my neck, her arms desperately tightening around my body. One of my arms wraps tightly around her waist, drawing her closer to my body. My other hand creeps up onto the arm that is splayed across my chest, stroking it gently.
This is how we always end up.
We start on separate sides of the bed and she migrates towards me, intertwining her body with mine. Everything's always easier when she sleeps.
During the day we can scream and yell and deny our passion and attraction for each other. But at night, she has no control over herself and...she finds me.
Another tear streaks down her cheek and onto my neck, blazing a hot trail down to my back.
I know I could make her happy.
Happier than anyone else could make her because I know her, I love her. I know I could make her happy, but I don't know if I could make her love me.
I know she lusts for me; I can see it in her eyes, the way her body reacts to mine. But is there more?
The kisses we've shared touch my soul. She is just as effected as me. Can two people who are not in love share a kiss like that? Feel that? I don't know. I don't really know anything about this. I've never felt this way. I'm scared and unsure about everything, except one thing. I won't take advantage of her. Because if I get her, I want her for good, for life. And I know she could hurt me like no one else, and if she did I don't know if I'd recover.
But all I want to do is make her happy. She doesn't deserve all the suffering she's had to go through, and the scorn of everyone in Salem. Nobody sees her like I do, and nobody sees me like she does. And that's why we fit, why we understand each other, why we're soulmates.
Soulmates?
I glance down at her innocent face, which is finally looking peaceful. Yeah, I can use that word with her, it's true. She's my life.
My gaze lowers to stare at her inviting lips. I fight the urge to kiss her, but as is the case more recently, my head loses and I lean down to taste her, my partner, my best friend, my soulmate, and-
"Lucas! What are you doing?!"