Believe Again

CH 10: Confrontations

TYPE'S POV...

I was still sleeping when I felt something very newly familiar caress my back. My husband's hand. I don't think I can even move on my own for a while. He really lost control last night, just as he had warned me before. But I liked it. Even when he was being a beast, he somehow was still so gentle. That's not something you would ever expect from a person so intimidating like P'Tharn.

He is so tall. His shoulders are so broad. His body is perfectly muscled. He has got six-packs, those bulky biceps. It's the most comfortable embrace in the world. I don't ever want to let go of it. And of course that scar... only makes him look even more intimidating. I wonder how he got that. His face? His almond-shaped eyes look like they could pierce right through your soul. But around me, they always shine like a puppy's. His high nose, I love it when he sniffs me and nuzzles at my skin with it. It feels so ticklish and adoring. But I clearly love his lips the most out of all his physical features. The way they irk up in a smile when he looks at me. And... how they press against mine and fit like puzzle pieces.

My gentle giant.

When I felt his hand reach my butts again, I got alarmed. I tried to wiggle his hand off but it didn't work.

"No!... My back still hurts," I sniffled , still sleepy. P'Tharn chuckled, "I was just massaging your bum to soothe the pain, kitten." "But that disturbed my sleep!" I whined again. He placed a soft kiss on my forehead, "Okay, I'll stop. I'll go prepare something for you to eat, you sleep a little more. My kitten needs a lot of rest." I hummed in delight, "Good that you acknowledge it! Now let me sleep, hubby." P'Tharn smiled like an idiot. He really likes it when I call him like that, doesn't he? "Okay, but give me my morning kiss first!" he puckered his lips. I sighed, suppressing my laugh at his face, before pulling his head to capture his lips. P'Tharn nibbled on my lips for a while before getting up from the bed. He wanted access to my mouth but I knew it wouldn't end up good. I pulled away, facing the other side as he cockily smiled at my flustered state. I bet if it continued a little longer, my poor lips would start bleeding.

I looked at his back while he was putting on his pant. It was full of scratches. And they are new. I immediately blushed beet red. Those were from my nails. Gosh! I wanna bury myself alive. That's so embarrassing!

"Wear any of my clothes from the closet. I had ripped your shirt's buttons," He walked back to me to cover me up properly. I nodded at him, dragging the duvet to my burning face. He looked at me for one last time and then turned away. He shut the door behind him as he went out. I heaved a loud sigh as I rubbed my palm on my numb ass, recalling last night. And I instantly smiled in content. I sighed before deciding to sleep again for some more time, only to be woken up again not even five minutes later by my blaring phone.

Who the heck is calling me? Grandpa? Nah! He would not call me but just barge in here, all worked up. I wonder how did he take the information when P'Thorn must have told him of what happened.

I reached out for my phone on the bedside table. It was my idiot friend, Saifah. I don't know why he would call me on a Saturday morning. "Hello! Type! Where the heck are you?" Saifah asked me in a rushed tone. "Why do you ask?" I frowned, my voice hoarse from last night's happenings. "We had soccer practice today! morning to evening! Wait... why do you sound so hoarse?" his voice was weirdly pitchy. "What! We had practice today?" did I forget something? Well... not my fault. A lot happened yesterday. I'm still amazed how I still remember my name even.

"What vice-captain forgets practice schedules?! You were never like this, Type. Tell me, did something happen?" he was now worried. Saifah is one of my closest friends. One of those who know almost everything about me... except for my tendencies. Though a lot did happen last night, he doesn't need to know all those. I snickered, something I only do to my friends, "Well... you know? It was a Friday night... a weekend." He hummed, "The world knows that!" I laughed silently, I so love playing with his stupid brains, "And... I... have a happy married life and a super loving and handsome husband."