A Thief's Kiss

24| Stories

Chapter 24: Stories (Alexander's POV)

I groaned, tossing and turning in bed. 

"Alexander, I swear to god, if you don't stop moving around, I will throw you out of here," she huffed, turning around to face me. "What? What is it? Why are you restless?" 

"I don't know." I rubbed my eyes. "I'm just..." I grabbed a pillow, yelling into it. 

"Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you?" 

I looked over at her, seeing her on her back as she propped herself up on her elbows. "I'm agitated." 

"About what?" 

"I don't know!" I kicked the covers off. I climbed out of bed, standing in front of the huge glass window, pushing the curtains open. I heard her sigh before she got out of bed and stood beside me, both of us watching the moon glimmer in the reflection of the lake. 

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Are you hungry?" 

"No." 

"Thirsty?" 

"No." 

"Do you feel sick?" 

"No." 

"Then what's wrong? We just had a wedding reception and dinner that lasted five whole hours. Aren't you tired?" 

"I am! But I'm too agitated to sleep." 

She ran a hand through her hair. "Okay, what are you agitated about?" 

"I don't know, Aria." 

"Okay, okay." She put her hands up in surrender. "Whatever it is, you can figure it out and worry about it later. I'm really tired, can we please just go to sleep?" 

"You can. I'll try keeping it down." 

She sighed, sitting on the couch. "I don't know what you think of me, but I cannot go to sleep knowing you're going through the roof about something. Regardless of what it is. And anyhow, you keeping it down doesn't really mean much. I'm a light sleeper, I'll wake up if I hear you breathing too loud." 

I stared at her. 

"Let's just go to sleep, please?" 

"I can't," I repeated. "I just have a restless, bad feeling." 

"About something or someone specific?" 

"No. I don't know," I huffed. 

"You don't know because you keep thinking about it. Just let it go. It'll come to you when it has to. You were drunk earlier, maybe the alcohol wasn't right." 

"The alcohol was fine. And I was drunk earlier, it's worn off now. I didn't go off the hinges." 

She sighed again, standing back up. "Not sleeping won't do you any good. At least lay down." 

"If I lay down I'll keep tossing and turning as I had been." 

"What do you want me to do? Sing you a lullaby?" she deadpanned. 

"You're really not funny." 

"Look, I..." she huffed. "Okay, how about you just talk to me about it? Maybe you'll be able to figure out what's bothering you." 

"I can't explain it." 

"Just throw words out. I'll put them together, come on," she nodded. I looked at her quizzically. "Just say random words. Look here." She grabbed the notepad from the drawer in the nightstand and flicked the lamp on. "I'll make a note of them and we'll find the common denominator. Or something. Come on."