Chapter 8
Her breathing is loud.
Her whole body is trembling. I can see her eyes are shifting everywhere.
I know what this is.
It's going to be a very bad one.
I'll have to do it again. But it's too soon. She can pass. But I'm not ready yet.
I want more time with her.
But she needs me.
So I come close to her trembling body. I hold my hands close to her back, but not quite touching her. I move them up and down as if I would be rubbing her. She shifts away from me on instinct.
We've been in this position numerous times.
I move my body towards hers again and try and hover completely over her on the couch. She closes her eyes and tries to take control of her breathing. But she's too worked up over that fucker's ultimatum.
I leaned my face close to hers and as I do she hums a little blowing out a small breath that wafts over my face.
I know it's going to be so hard for me when she moves on but I have to try and help her now, while I still have time.
She's finally asleep. I'm still hovering over her a little. I try not to do it for too long, just until she's calmed enough.
I move slowly not to shift too much or she'll feel it.
I walk over to the small closet to look for a blanket. She shifts in her restless sleep as I approach her with the thick brown blanket. I know that if I let her know some how.
I won't be able to take her. So I cheat and cover her with the blanket. It's an inexplicable act since she lives alone. If she tries hard enough I will have to let my self be known to her.
But I can't.
She's not ready.
I don't want her to know yet.
So I take the blanket back to the closet and sit on my dark corner and wait for her to wake.