Mine
She watched him sleep, half suppressing the urge to wake him up but content with the amount of time she was able to watch him while she was awake.
His breath came out in long drawn out breaths. His chest was bare besides the stark white sheets that were slowly beginning to creep down, displaying yet another delicate but masculine strip of tattoo wrapped around his chest. His even breaths rising and falling. She became memorized. He was breathing. He was here. He was hers…but for how much longer?
He turned, moving towards her and bringing her body closer to his. Even in his sleep he wished to claim her. Claim her like he had done so many times. But it still wasn't enough.
She wanted him. Wanted him more than ever, now that she knew what was missing.
It wasn't fair really. She had given him everything. She didn't fight him or was suspicious of the upturn of emotions that she hadn't noticed before or hadn't bothered to notice. She hadn't questioned the amount of trust that she eagerly gave him or the flood of love she never thought she had for him.
But there it was again. That nagging feeling constricting her thoughts and her chest. There were no promises of love. Affection sometimes but most out of lust. Not that that part bothered her that much. There were many words. Words of possession and protection from the man she had known all her life.
Surely he wouldn't hurt her.
They had grown up together but there were a lot of things that they didn't share. She knew better then to begin a relationship if she never even knew what a relationship entitled.
He moved towards her, nuzzling her neck. He was about to wake up. His brows begin to furrow as if he too didn't want to wake up.
Please don't wake up, she pleaded in her mind.
Just for now, pretend that that you are mine.