Dpov
I slammed the door behind me and fell against the door. That was the best feeling I had had in my 14 years on this planet and to be honest I am a little out of breath.
When it got really awkward out there I started toward the bathroom. I don't know why it got awkward. I asked him a simple question. I don't work well in awkward situations. But he wouldn't let me go. He held on to me for dear life and I was shocked. I mean, come on! I only met him 2 hours ago and he has had the biggest effect on me. He made my breathing race and my heart ache. It was almost cruel.
But I wasn't on my own. Even a blind person could see he liked me. I heard his heart race and I could feel electricity running between us. The problem was he pulled away first. Even though I don't have anything against the humans, doesn't mean he doesn't have anything against souls. For all I know they probably slaughtered his whole family.
And that's when I started to cry. I silently cried so he wouldn't hear me, but tears, none the less, streamed down my face. All the time I wish I am human but meeting him made it worse. I cried as I put on some pajama shorts and a big t-shirt. I cried as I brushed the knots out of my hair. I wiped most of my tears away and put on my best smile. I took a deep breath and quietly walked out of the bathroom.
Jamie was sitting on the couch, without a shirt on. I could see his 6 pack and his defined muscles. I stared at him with my mouth hanging open. He looked up at me and smirked at the look on my face. He got up and towered over me again. He got so close that he wasn't even a foot away from me. I looked up into his beautiful eyes. His smiled vanished and a look of concern was painted on his face.
"Are you okay?" he asked urgently. He put his enormous hand on my cheek and started to wipe away tears. I unconsciously leaned into his hand, but quickly righted myself. His expression changed from concern to hurt and slowly took his hand off my face. I whimpered and he just looked confused.
"Let's just go to bed." I sighed. He smiled but looked completely nervous. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. He squeezed mine back. I pulled him toward the bedroom.
When we got in there I laid on the bed. He stood there awkwardly. I rolled my eyes and sat up.
"Are you coming?" I asked as I patted the bed. His eyes widened for a second but he sat down beside me. I laid down and faced toward the door, not him. The room buzzed with electricity. I wanted to turn around and snuggle against him. I wanted to hug him again. I wanted to touch his face and for him to lean into my hand. I laid there daydreaming until he started snoring and I giggled.
I relaxed and turned so I was facing him. I looked at his perfect face. I reached out and put my hand on his cheek. I traced his face with my finger. His forehead, eyes, nose, lips, etc. Suddenly he reached out and pulled me to his chest. I froze wide eyed, worried I woke him. But he was still snoring. My face was snuggled into his chest and I took in his smell. I relaxed and put my ear to his chest.
I fell asleep to the beat of his heart.