APOV
After an hour long filed with sexual tension, and me wanting to almost kiss Christian for about 1,000 times, I finally went to bed in my room. I was never able to sleep well with the nightmares I usually had, so getting around 4 hours was normal for me. But today, I couldn't sleep as much as I wanted to. I couldn't help think over the odd events that had occurred over the course of 24 hours. I was supposed to start continue my work in Seattle because one my head managers had just died, and I knew my East coast management was well put together, so I thought I would focus my work here. On the way to Seattle of course, Kate thought that a detour to Vegas would be a nice way to lighten up. And now I was married
Christian. Christian was an enigma. I could tell by the awkward way he apologized that he wasn't used to doing that very often, but he was sincere in his apologies...It's just there was something more to him. I knew there was...under the cold exterior that he puts up just like me.
But it wasn't just thinking that kept me up. I feared that if I were to have a nightmare, they might here me...and then I might have to reveal things that I don't really want to.
It was 3AM in the morning and I still couldn't sleep. Maybe a glass of warm milk would help? I needed to sleep at least 3 hours so I can work properly tomorrow.
I got up, still wearing my silk camisole and silk short shorts and softly padded to the Kitchen. I didn't want to wake anyone up. I got the milk out of the refrigerator and set it on the counter. Now for the glass...
"Sttoooopppp!" I heard someone scream. I was startled and was on high alert. The same person screamed again and I realized that it was Christian...it sounded like his voice.
Forgetting the milk I ran in the direction of his voice. He was having a nightmare and a bad one at that...I was sure of it. I approached the door where the screaming was coming from. I softly opened the door to see Christian thrashing in the bed, sweat lining his forehead. His duvet was strewn around the bed, half on the floor. My heart clenched. Whatever he must have experienced must have been horrible...I should know. I wanted to reach out to him...but I was afraid. But, when I heard him scream again...I closed the door and walked to his large bed. I tried to grab one of his hands, so that he wouldn't smack me by accident. I held his hand tightly and tried to shake him awake by shaking his shoulder, repeating "Christian" like a mantra. I needed him to wake up. I could feel a tears gathering in my eyes. I am not going to cry. But, this reminded me too much of my own demons.
"Christian" I nearly shouted.
His eyes opened with a scared glint in them. It looked like he was in a trance, almost as if not knowing where he was.
"Christian" I said softly. His eyes snapped towards me as if for the first time acknowledging that I was there. "Ana" he whispered. His hand was trembling.
I couldn't take it anymore. I was never a touchy person. I didn't like it when people touched me and I didn't like it to touch another person, but at this moment I felt connected to him. I launched myself into his arms.
"Ana, are you ok?" He asked, his voice laced with concern. I looked up at him, with unshed tears in my eyes, while his hand stroked my hair.
"Are you ok Christian?" He just looked at me, his mouth slightly parted and then gave a sigh. Realizing the position we were in, I scrambled off of him, but his hand still held onto mine.
"Um...I am going to go back to my room now. Good night, Christian." I turned to leave, but his hand grabbed onto my wrist.
"Ana, please, stay" I turned to look at his pleading eyes. "Please" he whispered.
I had never been in bed with anyone since the incident. But, he seemed so broken at this point, that I gave him a small nod, which he returned with a small smile and moving over to make room on the bed for me. His eyes raked over me as I climber into bed, and I realized what I was wearing and blushed.
He gave me a small chuckle, which only made me blush more. I tried to sleep on the end, sleeping on my side, to put as much distance between us as possible, but he just yanked my arm and pulled my back to his chest. Then he wrapped an arm around my waist, with his fingers going slightly into my camisole. Once again, I blushed. But, I was also slightly freaked out. I wanted to push him away, because I have not had physical contact in years. But, seeing him in this nightmare gave me a soft spot for him...just for this one night. So, I let him do what he wanted, because I know that deep inside me, I wished that when I had those nightmares, I had had someone that I could hold on to. Someone to tell me that everything was ok. But I didn't. So, I wanted to give him something no one had ever given me.
"I forgot the milk on the counter" I whispered.
He lifted himself on one elbow and looked at me in the dark, with what I think is an amused smile. "Milk? Did you sleep at all?"
I shook my head no. "Oh, Ana" He turned me around so we were facing each other. He pulled my closer to him, and for a second I laid one of my hands on his chest. He gave a small gasp. I pulled away my hand really quickly...maybe it was bothering him. He smiled down at me, and took my hand back to his chest. "It's ok." OK? I was slightly confused. Had anyone touched him on his chest?
I snuggled myself deeper into his chest, breathing in his warm scent, and finally drifted to sleep. I knew I had to wake up in 3 hours, but for those three hours, maybe I can make Christian sleep better by sleeping with him.
I woke up to the sun heating up my face. My body was burning. When I looked down, I realized that it wasn't just the sun's fault that my body was burning. Christian him one of his arms draped across my chest to the point that one of his hands was on my boob. His right leg was over mine and he was half on me.
That was awkward...and I was freaked out. I turned to look at the alarm clock and nearly screamed. It was 8:27! What the hell? I had never ever slept past 6AM and I always woke up before the alarm clock.
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
I sat up quickly. Too quickly to realize that Christian was still on me, thus pushing him of and making him wake up with shocked look on his face.
Oh sweet mother of Jesus, what happened to me?
AN: Hey guys, I hope you like this chapter...What do you think happened to Ana? And as usual...please review. I will try to update as soon as possible
