Rehabilitations
Chapter 7
The watcher
The next morning…
He awoke, and rolled over, thinking last night had been a dream. Then he saw her blonde hair poking out from underneath the covers. With a happy sigh he propped himself up on his elbow and watched her. When she slept, she almost looked like a child again, innocent and sweet.
But a quick glance of her clothes thrown haphazardly around the room suggested that she was anything but innocent. Actually, she had probably been anything BUT innocent last night. He smiled, thinking about the night that they had shared. That's the way it always should be, and he intended to make sure that it remained that way. He didn't care what the price, he was GOING to make her HIS forever.
Sometimes thoughts like that scared him, made him wonder if he was going to be a statistic. He didn't want to be the crazy fool in love that would do anything to keep the woman he loved at his side. He didn't want to have turn into the kind of man that made a woman so scared of him that she wouldn't dream of leaving. But, he didn't want to lose her either. His thoughts disturbed him, and he went back to watching her.
She seemed content in her sleep, as if whatever she was dreaming of kept the dream monsters at bay. A crooked grin spread across her face, and he wondered if him she dreamed of. He had no reason to think she would dream of someone else. But, something in the back of his mind warned him to be on guard.
He couldn't lose her again, He wouldn't. If she did indeed dream of another lover, he'd make sure that dreaming about him would be all she could do. If he eliminated the threat in one way or another, he'd have her all to himself.
Again he felt a pang of guilt about his thoughts. He wasn't the type of man who had ever been capable of such thoughts. But love is a funny and troubling thing. He shook the disturbing thoughts from his head and got out of bed.
Maybe a shower would clear his head. Either way, he had to get ready for work. He had to be there in roughly an hour and a half, and since he had only one bathroom, he'd have to share. After all, Samantha had to be at work in close to the same amount of time.
He kissed her forehead, and crossed the room to the bathroom, hoping he could wash the bad thoughts right out of his head.