Prisoner- Chapter 60
I felt myself slowly wake from sleep and let out a yawn as I opened my eyes and blinked a couple times to make them focus. I came up into a sitting position then looked over at Fang's side of the bed where he slept peacefully.
He was turned so his back was to me, but I could see part of his face, including one of his closed eyes showing the smallest flicker. He was probably close to waking. He looked a lot like he did when he was awake, strong and stoic. His breathing was soft and almost silent.
I stood and walked into the living room where I sat on the coach. I was the only one awake, so this gave me time to think things through.
I was snapped out of thought when the hairs on the back of my neck rose and Fang's breath could be felt there giving me chills.
"Will you quit that?" I asked getting a sense of déjà vu.
"Quit what?" Fang asked from behind me sounding amused, in a classic Fang way. "Breathing?" He walked over to sit next to me.
"You know what."
Yes, this was totally déjà vu of the day Angel was taken. I hated how he snuck up on me like that. I was already paranoid enough.
"How long do you think it'll be before they wake up?" Fang asked referring to the flock.
"Hour, maybe two." I guessed.
He nodded then looked over at me.
"What?" I questioned looking back at him.
"You sleep okay?" He asked studying me.
Where had that come from?
"Yeah." I nodded looking away from him.
Okay, truth is I had that same nightmare where I'm running from dogs and erasers and have a laser from a gun pointed at my chest. It was the same nightmare I always had and recently had become immune to jolting awake in a cold sweat.
He gave me a look that said 'I know you're lying.'
I hated how he always knew what I was thinking and could always tell if I was lying.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"You were tossing and turning in your sleep." He said narrowing his eyes on me.
"Really?" I asked trying to sound shocked.
He kept staring at me.
"I don't remember having a nightmare." Another lie.
He picked up on that one too, but seemed to be willing to let it go as he turned away.
We sat in silence for a few minutes until I worked up enough courage to bring up a very uncomfortable subject that needed to be talked about, Fang and I.
"Fang?"
"Yeah?"
"We need to talk." I said looking over at him feeling my stomach tighten.
"About?" He questioned.
"Us… you and me, I mean, our feelings… toward each other." I closed my eyes at how pathetic and stupid I sounded.
I felt his eyes on me again, so I opened my eyes and met his with my own. I could tell he was waiting for me to continue, so I took in a deep breath and worked up enough courage to continue with my rambling.
"It's just, well… we've kissed a few times now…" I paused then brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "… and I was wondering how you felt about it."
He was looking at me with an unreadable expression, firm and solid. The seconds ticked by like hours and I felt like I was going to vomit.
"Never mind, just forget I mentioned it." I said jumping off the couch and making a run for the bedroom and possibly even bathroom.
He snagged my wrist and looked up at me. He motioned with his head for me to sit back down next to him and I obeyed, sitting slowly like a deer caught in headlights.
He ran his fingers from my wrist, up my arm, shoulder, and neck to cup my cheek and slide his thumb across my cheekbone. I shivered at the contact and felt my body tingle.
He inched closer and captured my lips with his, but only for a few seconds before he slowly pulled away from me.
"What about the flock?" He asked avoiding my eyes.
"I've thought about that too." I said with a sigh.
"And?"
"I don't think they need to know."
"Me neither." He said taking my hand and giving it a comforting squeeze.
A small smile formed on my lips as I looked down at my hand in his.
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