Patch was making tacos once again, the blade a silver blur. I walked through the door and put my arms around his waist. "Hey handsome," I whispered in his ear.
His turned around to face me still holding the knife tightly in his right hand. A hand crept behind my back and started edging me forwards towards him... and the knife.
"Put the knife down." I murmured allowing myself me pushed towards him.
"No." He replied his eyes flashing a dangerous colour and he pushed me forwards and straight into the knife.
**
I sat straight in my bed and saw Patch standing by the threshold of my door. His face was tormented, his body stiff with his hands up, in surrender.
I would never do that, Nora. Don't you trust me? He whispered in my head.
"OF COURSE I DO!" I said a little too loudly. Next door my mom stirred so Patch strolled into my room and closed the door behind him.
"Nora..." Patch started to speak but I quickly cut him off.
"Patch, it was just a dream. Don't take such offense!" I said while bounding out of bed to get into his arms. He opened his arms for me but his face was still twisted. "Come here," I whispered wrapping my fingers through his hair and bringing his face down to mine.
Shouldn't I be the one who starts the kiss? His voice echoed in my head.
"Does it really matter?" I mumbled against his lips. I heard him chuckle but it quickly turned into a moan as I dragged him with me to sit on my bed. He pushed me backwards and rolled on top of me. His tongue made its way into my mouth and explored. This made me moan rather loud. I felt a smirk on Patch's face as he carried on kissing me.
Patch's hands made their way from my hair down my body to my waist. Can I? Patch asked, one of his hands travelling up my top. When I didn't resist Patch moaned. It's not the same, he whispered in my head and I broke off and laughed. This woke my mom up.
"Nora," I heard her mumble and I heard her feet pad across the landing.
Patch was up in a second and disappeared. A mind trick, I was sure.
"Nora. Do you know what time it is?" She said as she walked into my room. I had to cough to hide a laugh. Her hair was standing on end like a hay-stack and she had big black circles under eyes.
"Yes mom it's..."
3.45 Patch whispered in my head.
"It's quarter to four!" I said my voice going high pitched.
"Yes Nora, its quarter to four now go sleep!" She said, her voice so mumbled she was almost incoherent. "Good-night," was the last thing I heard as she stumbled back to her room.
Patch became visible and sat next to me on the bed. "Close call," he mumbled.
"Well, it could have been closer because we could have been closer." I sniggered and his desire-filled eyes turned to me.
"I wish we had been closer." He said as he bent down to kiss me on the lips. "Go to sleep Nora. It will keep until the morning." Then he leisurely strolled to the window, opened it, took a look back at me and left. My guardian angel left the room, with a promise of the next morning. Tomorrow.