It was around nine in the morning when Winter and Cameron sat in Kit-Cat café.
Both of them ordered cinnamon chai that just recently got set on the table.
Winter was currently staring off outside, watching cars drive by and spray water along the sidewalk.
It was raining currently, the sky covered itself in dark clouds when she woke, and started sprinkling when she and Cam were walking here.
But now it was pouring like it was spring, water padding onto the streets and sending rivers down the sides of the roads.
Cam was watching her while stirring some milk he asked for into his tea, tilting his head to the side curiously.
“So,” he said finally, making her look to him, “I know I asked this a couple times, but how are you feeling?”
“You asked that more like a hundred times,” she stated, “and the answer’s always been the same: I’m fine.”
“Are you drained?”
“Haha,” she said sarcastically, “very funny, vampire.”
“I’m serious,” he stated.
“A little,” she said, “but I feel fine, alright? So stop asking me.”
Like you care.
He stared for a moment, watching her eyes glaze over with a bit of uncertainty, as if she didn’t know if she could trust him.
But he knew that a part of her wanted to.
“When can I go home?” she wondered then, voice softer than she meant.
“Never,” he responded.
She shot him a look. “You’re being very possessive.”
He smiled slightly. “I know.”
She stood then, making him grasp her hand before she could weave around him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he questioned as if she were sneaking out of her house to a party.
“You sound like my mother.”
“Answer, Winter.”
She rolled her eyes. “Bathroom.”
“You going to try to escape?” he questioned, raising his brows.
“No.”
“If you do,” he said, giving her a mischievous smile, “I’ll know.”
She pulled out of his grasp, feeling a bit of irritation sting her skin at his possessiveness, but managed to walk off without looking angry.
She was getting used to his personality... somewhat...
She looked behind her while walking to the bathroom, watching Cam stare at her with a cheek in his hand, smiling.
He knew very well that she would try to escape... He knew her very well in general... and she wasn’t sure if she liked it...
Right as she turned her head to focus back ahead, she ran straight into someone’s chest.
She let out a little gasp, stumbling a little backwards.
When she looked up, there was a man there...
He had dark green eyes and slightly tangled blonde hair... but it was more of a dirty-blonde than golden.
“Sorry,” she said quickly like she always did when she ran into someone.
“You okay?” the man said, tilting his head to the side.
“Yes.”
“You were staring at that guy behind you,” he noticed, looking up to Cam. “Is he bothering you?”
Was it that obvious?
“He gets a little angering,” she admitted.
“I can talk to him,” the man said, looking down to her. “Tell him to leave you alone.”
She looked over to Cameron, who was staring at both of them.
He had a blank expression... but she could tell even from a distance... that his eyes were burning with rage...
“Thanks, but no thanks,” she said. “He’s a little hard to get through, as you can tell.”
“Does he hurt you?” the man asked.
Why was he suddenly so interested in this?
“No,” she admitted.
It was quite the opposite.
“I’m Kit, by the way,” he said, offering a hand shake.
She looked to his hand, then to Cam, seeing if he was watching.
He was, but his eyes were hardening a little, and she could see his teeth clenching.
Was he jealous?
But she took Kit’s hand, testing Cam and shook it. “Winter.”
“Nice to meet you,” he stated. “I’ll go talk to him, alright?”
She shook her head, whispering, “Seriously, don’t.”
“Why?”
Because he would probably kill him, but Winter answered differently, “I know how to deal with him, alright?”
Kit nodded. “Alright, see you around?”
A nod. “Sure.”
And she walked into the bathroom.
She pressed her hands to the countertop, staring down at the granite... it was dark brown color, but mixed with black and white...
Tears stung her eyes when her mother’s voice rattled her ears...
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Don’t come home, Winter! Don’t!
What do you mean, don’t come home? What’s going on?
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Crashes... windows shattering...
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Mom! What’s going on?
He’s coming... I have to go, Honey... I’m sorry... This wasn’t how I wanted you to find out...
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Tears dripped onto the bathroom counter while the conversation continued in her mind, and Winter felt her stomach turn after every word they spoke...
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Find out what? Who’s coming? What the HELL is going on?
I have to go, Honey... I’m sorry...
Mom! Answer me!
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More crashes...
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Mom! MOM!
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Winter stared down at the granite, watching her tears drip onto the glossy counter through her blurred vision...
But she wiped her eyes, staring back up to the mirror, about to gaze at herself... see if she looked like a complete wreck...
But she saw Cameron’s reflection in the mirror, leaning lazily against the stalls with his brows raised.
She recoiled, spinning around and pressing her hands to the counter. “What the hell?” she snapped. “Did you read the sign? It said ‘girls’ bathroom!”
He didn’t respond, and she glared down at the floor, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “Go back to the table.”
“No.”
She stared up at him, narrowing her eyes. “‘No?’”
“You heard me.”
She felt the urge to slap him, but she stopped herself, shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts.
And she looked to the door of the bathroom, Cameron watching her eyes move.
“Don’t even think about it,” he said.
Oh, she was thinking it.
But he stepped over to the door, locking the bolt and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest.
He wanted something... What he wanted, she didn’t know.
“What?” she said, managing a glare despite her eyes swelling up from holding back tears.
“Talk to me,” he said then, making her brows draw together.
“About what?”
He sighed, shaking his head as if he were disappointed in her. “You know what, Winter.”
“I really don’t,” she stated. “I can’t read minds.”
He raised a brow, studying her head-to-toe, but sighed. “What’s wrong?”
She was silent for a moment before saying, “Nothing.”
“I’m not taking your lies for an answer,” he stated. “What the hell is going on?”
“I don’t have to talk to you,” she stated, looking toward the wall in front of her.
“Yes,” he said, “you do. Tell me now or I’ll make you.”
She shot him a look. “That totally makes me want to confide in you,” she stated sarcastically. “Thanks, Cameron.”
He didn’t respond, but she noticed his eyes grew cold.
So she looked away, stepping over to the wall and leaning lazily against it. “People will have to use the bathroom,” she said then, “you can’t keep that door locked let alone stay in here.”
“I can,” he said, “and I will.”
She was quiet after that.
“I’m staying right here until you talk to me, Winter.”
“Why do you even care?” she questioned, folding her arms across herself as if she were cold. “I don’t really understand.”
“I know you don’t understand,” he stated, “but you will.”
The door started rattling as someone tried to get in.
Winter stared at the door, then looked back at Cameron.
His brows were raised, clearly waiting for an answer.
“Someone’s trying to get in,” she said.
“I know.”
“Unlock the door.”
“No.”
“You’re really pissing me off right now,” she muttered.
“I know.”
She stared back at the door that someone stopped rattling.
“You know,” she said, “that girl could be on her period... or have a UTI or something. You should let her in.”
“Will you run?”
“No.”
He stared at her for a moment, eyes raking her head-to-toe, and stepped away from the door, unlocking it.
There was a middle aged woman standing there, staring at Cam, then at Winter, than at Cam again.
But Cam just waved his hand outside the door, indicating for Winter to leave. “After you.”
She stepped out, hearing the door close behind her and followed Cameron back to the table...
While he sat down, she broke into a sprint, heading straight outside where ice rained down on her.
She heard him scream her name, though his voice seemed distant...
She took him off guard... at the most perfect time...
A smile crept onto her expression as she darted away...
She didn’t know where she was going... didn’t know if she cared... She just wanted away... away...
But something caught her arm, reeling her toward him and she almost tripped over herself if he didn’t lock his arms around her waist and hold her to him...
She was gasping, feeling Cam’s breath heat the skin on her neck... and it somehow calmed her...
“I thought we were through with the running,” he whispered low in her ear.
She glared forward, knowing he wouldn’t see but she thought it might’ve made her hate him if she did it anyway.
But it didn’t work.
“Let me go,” she ordered, managing a stern tone.
“I can’t let you leave,” he said back.
She fought him, attempting to kick him from behind but he caught her waist and backed her against a building wall.
She was gasping, unable to kick him because he pressed his body to hers, eliminating the use of her legs.
But not her arms...
She struck him across the face, making his head snap to the side as a pained groan escaped his throat... but his grip didn’t loosen...
And he looked to her, a dark bruise forming around his cheekbone...
And his fangs extended from his lips as he glared...
She screamed, getting the wrong idea again, squirming from under him but he didn’t move...
Just pressed his finger to her lips, looking softly into her eyes but his sharpened teeth clearly weren’t helping.
She stopped screaming when he shushed her... but felt tears blur her vision...
Would he... kill her now...?
Did she deserve it...?
But Cameron lightly pressed his mouth to hers, purposely lowering his lips so his fangs didn’t touch her skin and rested his forehead to hers. “I won’t hurt you,” he promised for the hundredth time.
She looked to his fangs again, eyes wide, but managed to speak. “Let me go.”
“I can’t....”
“Let me go...” she repeated sternly but her voice cracked ever-so-slightly.
“I’m not going to.”
Don’t come home, Winter! Don’t!
I’m sorry... This wasn’t how I wanted you to find out...
Winter fought as hard as she could, screaming and crying...
He wouldn’t budge... wouldn’t even sway...
“LET ME GO!” she screamed, squirming in him. “PLEASE! I CAN’T HANDLE THIS ANYMORE! I CAN’T!”
“Winter...” he whispered.
She started breathing harshly, fighting down tears but more came... She tried to scream... but sobs caught in her throat, choking her... She tried to plead... but he wouldn’t listen!
“LET ME GO!” she cried again, feeling herself become lightheaded as her lungs started collapsing. “LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!”
“Winter...” he said again, watching her face drop as she started trembling harshly.
“I CAN’T BREATHE!” she sobbed, fighting harder. “HELP ME!”
He let go then, deciding to instead pull her into a hug while she fought him.
But she managed a harsh kick to his knee, making him grunt but he held her tighter instead of loosening his grip.
So he decided to then fall to the ground, making her scream but he caught her so she sat on his lap, gripping onto her arms with one hand so she couldn’t fight or hurt herself, and then decided to hold her head to his chest with the other.
“Shhh...” he cooed, rocking back and forth to sooth her tremors. “It’s alright... You’ll be alright....”
She was shaking like a live wire... but he didn’t know if it was because she was cold from the rain that dampened her black locks or from the fear that froze her inside...
She kept on fighting... but softer, and he still held her to him with the same harshness... but with more gentleness...
“Stop it, Winter...” he said softly. “That’s enough.”
She tried to continue, not wanting to listen to him, but he started rubbing her back, making tingles spread through her body and forcing her muscles to ease...
She relaxed a little, easing in his grip.
He waited for a couple minutes, continuing the previous gesture until she was calm enough, then whispered, “Tired yet?”
She nodded softly, feeling a sudden exhaustion consume her… as if she put all her energy into escaping and now all strength vanished from her body…
“Done fighting?”
Another nod.
“Are you going to run?”
She shook her head, relaxing into his arms... but he noticed she turned further into him as he rubbed her back... as if she were trying to warm herself...
Whether it was intentional or instinctual, he didn’t know...
But it made a smile split his face... and not a sadistic one... A soft, warm one.
He scooped her up then, making a small gasp escape her mouth as he pressed her to him.
“I know you said you weren’t going to run,” he said at her confused expression, “but I don’t trust you anymore, Winter. So right now, I’ll carry you, and whenever we go out, I’ll hold your hand. No exceptions, alright?”
She was silent.
“I’m going to take your silence as a yes,” he stated, chuckling. “Let’s get back to the hotel.”
She didn’t respond, just stared off into the distance, grey eyes so dark they looked black.
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Winter sat on the grey, leather sofa in her and Cam’s hotel room, staring off into the distance as he made some food for her.
It was only a couple seconds until he stepped over to her, his shadow hovering over her like her awaiting death.
“Do you want the TV on?” he wondered curiously, a little playfulness in his tone. “Or are you just going to stare at it and pretend something’s on?”
“I’m not pretending...” she responded.
He sat next to her then, the couch dipping down so much she thought she might lose balance and fall over.
“What are you thinking about then?” he said. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
She was silent, staring off into space still.
He watched her eyes darken more... if that was somehow possible. “Snowflake.”
Silence.
“Winter.”
More silence.
He then snapped his fingers in front of her eyes, making her jump slightly.
She shot him a glare... And a crusty one.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he stated.
“What question?” she said, feigning ignorance.
He sighed, deciding to respond anyway. “What’s wrong, Winter?”
She shook her head.
“I know when something’s off about you, Snowflake,” he said, eyes narrowing. “What the hell is going on?”
“Don’t talk to me with that tone,” she snapped, anger burning her veins like acid. “I don’t have to tell you anything! Especially when you’re holding me captive! I’m sick of you trying to make me think you care! I know that you don’t! You want something from me! People like you always do!”
Why was she suddenly so angry at him? She wasn’t ten minutes earlier… In fact… she was cuddling with him…
Was she suddenly yelling as an attempt to escape or to try to lie to herself?
He sighed. “Winter....”
“You’re a lying, traitorous, MONSTER!” she yelled, standing now. “You kill people for fun, and you’re playing me! I’m SICK of you!”
“Winter.”
“I HATE YOU!” she screamed despite the lie, tears slipping from her eyes. “YOU WON’T LET ME GO! YOU WON’T LET ME LEAVE! AND YOU’RE PLAYING ME LIKE I’M A TOY! I’M SICK OF IT!”
She saw the rage grow in his eyes suddenly. “Winter,” he growled, “stop talk—”
“Don’t tell me to stop!” she yelled, pointing an accusing finger at him. “I GET TO YELL AT YOU! I DON’T NEED YOU’RE PERMISSION TO SPEAK! I HATE YOU! YOU’RE A LIAR AND AN ASS—”
“WINTER!” he shouted, standing up now, his eyes burning with rage. “SHUT UP!”
She was silent, staring at him wide-eyed as if she’d never seen him angry before…
And she hadn’t…
He saw tears glisten in her dark grey eyes, and he dragged his hand down his face when a sudden painful dread cast over him…
As if he somehow didn’t expect himself to snap...
“Wh...” she said then, stammering as her veins froze over with ice at the burning rage in his eyes. “Why won’t you let me go...?”
He gave her a look, seeing her eyes harden in fear at his expression, so he turned his head away and sighed. “Look...” he said, attempting to calm his tone, “I’ll leave you be, alright? But I can’t let you leave this room.”
And he walked off to the kitchen without another word, washing some dishes in the sink.
She stared for a moment...
What was that... look in his eyes...? Like he was sad and... scared...
Why?
She had never seen that look in his eyes…
Anger? Somewhat, yes. Playfulness? Yes. But sadness…? No…
But she stormed over to the bed, attempting to look enraged to him, but it clearly wasn’t working when he ignored her.
So she lay down on her side, curling up with her knees pulled to her chest.
A couple minutes later—after the sink was empty—Cameron stepped over to his side of the bed, resting down on his side, far away...
Their backs were to each other... a couple feet apart from the other, Winter curled up, and Cameron staring off into the distance.
An awkward silence filled the room, making her stomach coil as she questioned her sanity.
Why did she yell at him...?
She made it seem like she was mad at him for being possessive, but really she wasn’t as upset about that.
She was terrified of what his presence was doing to her... Because he made her feel safe in a way she never knew someone could... but he shouldn’t have made her feel safe…
He should’ve repulsed her the moment she saw the dead body under him...
But a part inside her said he had a reason... because for some reason, she knew he wouldn’t kill for fun...
Or he would be a rogue vampire... right...?
She knew Cameron was right when he said the monster that bit her was a vampire... and she couldn’t come up with any other reason as to why vampires would become rogue in the first place.
Other than what Cam said...
They become rogue when they commit too many sins...
It made sense...
Why would someone like Cameron want to kill her...? Why would he want to hurt her...?
He always had some kind of sad glisten in his eyes... as if he were afraid of telling her something that he needed her to know…
What was it?
I was bitten while I was on a mission to protect you...
Wait...
Protect you...
Maybe he needed her to stay with him... because he was still trying to protect her from something...
Or someone...
She couldn’t jump to conclusions, though... Because she couldn’t tell if he was lying or not... she should tread carefully...
She looked over her shoulder, watching Cam’s back drift up and down with his short breaths...
But as she listened more... they became heavier... back rising and falling rapidly with fast breaths.
She recognized this symptom now.
“Are you hungry?” she whispered then, turning a little so she faced him.
He was silent at first until he spoke in the same gentle tone, “Yes... a little....”
“Do you have food?”
“A little,” he said again, “but I can manage.”
She knew he couldn’t... He was lying but she couldn’t understand why.
Part of her suspected he was guilty for yelling when he didn’t seem the type to feel guilt...
So she slipped off the bed, stepping over to the kitchen which lay fifteen yards away from them.
Cam looked to her then, brows drawing together. “What are you doing?” he questioned.
She opened the fridge and started shuffling through all the fruits and veggies in there, but she didn’t respond.
He froze when she pulled out a bag of blood, as if he suspected she was going to pull out an apple or something.
Did he think she was going to taunt him?
Haha, I’ve got food and you don’t.
But she stepped over to the bed, about two feet away until he spoke, “How did you know that was there?”
She shrugged, a ghost of a smile curving her lips. “Lucky guess.”
And she sat on the bed next to him as he propped himself up with an elbow, handing him a bag of blood.
“I don’t—” he said.
“Drink it,” she interrupted, pushing the bag against his chest.
“Not with you watching,” he said.
“Why do you care?” she questioned, shaking her head.
He was silent.
She pushed it against his chest again. “Either you feed on me or on the blood.”
He gave her a concerned look mixed with a glare.
She then shoved it against his face.
“Drink it, Cameron.”
His glare pierced her soul when he snatched the bag from her hand, downing it and throwing it harshly across the room.
She watched as he dropped back down onto the bed, turning away from her and stuffing a pillow under his head.
She let out a sigh, something cold swirling in her chest.
He’s still angry...
“I...” she whispered, “I’m sorry....”
He was silent.
She lay down next to him then, wrapping her arms around his torso and giving him a backwards bear hug. “I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have said those things....”
“You’re right,” he said, anger catching in his voice, “you shouldn’t have.”
She was quiet, feeling her heart crack at his tone, and she sniffled, tears boiling in her eyes though she couldn’t understand why...
She let go then, sitting up and wiping her eyes violently. “I’ll leave you alone...” she said, voice cracking slightly. “I’ll give you space... I’m really sorry....”
She slipped off the bed, feet touching the ground and she stepped over to the couch where the TV rested, lying down onto the soft cushion and curling into her own grip.
Why did she want to scream and cry? Why did it feel like her heart was shattering into pieces?
She hated the feeling... loathed it...
But she closed her eyes, a single tear slipping down her cheek as she wrapped her arms around herself, burying her face into the cushion.
After a couple minutes, a shadow hovered over her, making her open her lashes when she saw Cam hovering over her, kneeling by her side.
“You know,” he said, smiling slightly, “it’s supposed to be the other way around. The boyfriend sleeps on the couch when he angers the girlfriend.”
She was silent, just looked back to the wall behind him.
He sighed, clearly not used to this side of her and grasped her arm, guiding it around his neck and lifted her from under her knees, making a small gasp escape her mouth when he stepped over to the bed, lying her down onto the mattress as she stared up at him in surprise.
He sat down beside her, draping a soft throw over her and tucked some hair behind her ear...
And for the first time... he leaned down beside her and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, making her close her eyes at the gesture.
Why did her heart warm at this...? Why didn’t she feel herself breaking anymore...?
He pressed his forehead to hers, his minty breath heating her cheeks and calming the fear rushing through her veins...
“Don’t be sorry...” he whispered, smiling softly, “I yelled, too.”
And he climbed in next to her, raising the soft blanket up to her shoulders and making her lashes lower ever-so-slightly.
When he pulled her into his hold, she rose some of the blanket and draped it over him, making him smile slightly.
“You’re... so warm...” she whispered before she could think it.
He chuckled, pulling her closer. “And you are cold, Snowflake. Get closer, I’ll warm you up.”
She didn’t listen, feeling herself drown in his warmth but questioning whether or not she trusted him...
So he dragged her against him, making a small gasp escape her mouth before he pressed his lips behind her ear—after pulling her head to his chest—gently stroking her hair in long, soothing motions...
She didn’t resist this time despite the part of her who hated him screaming at her to, just eased in his grip, turning her face into his neck.
“Feel better?” he whispered softly as if trying not to scare a child.
But she knew he knew she was falling asleep and was slowly fading from existence...
She let out some kind of whimper, hearing his light chuckle at the sound and he pulled her closer, dragging her so her curves fit into his...
Head fit into the crook of his neck... legs slightly crossed over his, and arms tucked neatly in between both of their chests...
He wrapped an arm around her, rubbing her back while the other pulled the blanket higher over them both, the heat from him trapping under the fabric, melting into her bones...
“You’re making me…” she whispered, “tired….”
“I know,” he responded gently.
“I don’t want to… sleep…” she said.
“Are you scared?” he wondered then.
A small nod.
“I know,” he said then. “I know you are.” He tucked some hair behind her ear. “You haven’t told me why yet, though, Snowflake.”
She was quiet for a moment. “I’m afraid… that’s he’s hurting my… mom….”
“Who?”
“The person who took her from me….”
“Do you know who he is?”
She shook her head.
“Alright,” he whispered softly, stroking her hair in long, soothing motions. “Alright….”
“What…” she said, “what if he takes her from me…? Who will I have left…?”
Cameron stared down at her, seeing her grey eyes glisten like a storm brewing.
You have me…
He wanted to say it, but managed to keep his mouth shut.
He continued to rub her back gently, brushing some hair out from her face while she stared up at him curiously, though lazily.
“Go to sleep,” he whispered, tucking some hair behind her ear. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe with me, alright? I promise.”
“I am…?”
“Do you not feel safe?” he said then, tucking some hair behind her ear.
She shook her head. “You scare me….”
He couldn’t help but smile at her comment. “I do? How so?”
“You confuse me….”
“And that’s scary?”
A nod.
“Why?” he wondered softly.
“Because everything usually makes sense…” she responded.
“I don’t make sense to you?” he said, chuckling.
She shook her head. “I don’t understand you, Cam… You’re either amused or angry… and very rarely do I see other emotions… and when I do… it scares me.…”
“Why?”
She shrugged, but the light in her eyes was dulling as exhaustion consumed her. “It just does.”
“So,” he said, “when I tell you I’m going to keep you safe, do you believe me?”
She stared for a moment, blinking slowly. “I want to.”
“Why can’t you?”
“Because I can’t tell… if you’re lying or not….”
“If you think I have bad intentions,” he wondered then, “then why do you let me cuddle with you?”
She was quiet.
“Snowflake?” he said. “Can you answer?”
“It…” she whispered, “it feels good….”
He chuckled. “What does?”
“This….” She touched his hand that gently caressed her cheek. “It feels good….”
“Has no one ever calmed you down before?” he said, purposely lowering his tone because she was falling asleep. “When you have your anxiety attacks?”
She shook her head. “I usually hide in the bathroom… and when I can’t breathe… I faint….”
“No one looks for you?”
“No one cares…” she said.
“I see…” he responded, continuing to rub her cheek. “Can I test some calming methods out?”
A nod.
“Will you hit me?”
“Why would I hit you if I said yes?” she questioned. “Weirdo.”
He chuckled. “Good point, I was just wondering because I’m going under your shirt, alright?”
She gave him a concerned look.
“Just your back,” he promised, “and if you’re okay with it, your tummy, too. Is that alright?”
She blinked, then the second time her lashes lowered and she nodded.
And he smiled. “Alright, ready?”
She nodded.
And his hand slipped under her T-shirt, watching to see if her expression hardened when he gently ran two fingers up and down her spine, caressing the skin in little circles.
“How’s that?” he wondered softly.
“It’s…” she whispered, gripping onto his shirt, “good….”
“Am I helping?”
A nod.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head.
“Can I ask you something else?” he said then, watching her lashes lower slightly more.
A nod.
“Do you feel safe with me?” he said. “And be honest.”
She was quiet for a moment. “With you? Yes… From you? No….”
He chuckled at this. “That’s a really weird response.”
“You’re weird,” she attempted to joke, but her tone faltered.
“Are you getting sleepy?” he said then, calming his tone so she wouldn’t startle awake.
A nod.
“Snowflake,” he said then, making her glance up at him, “you’re safe with me, alright? You can sleep, you know that, right?”
A small smile and a nod.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, kissing her forehead gently. “You’re safe.”
“You won’t leave me...?” she murmured, voice quiet and soft from the soothing tingles left from his strokes. “Promise...?”
He shook his head, smiling gently as if that question made him happy. “Nowhere, I swear.”
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