The Beast Within

Chapter 13- A Heart To Heart

Spain was beautiful. From the architecture, to the culture, to the lifestyle. Everything about this country was mesmerizing. But the best part, was how tightly Traitor was holding my hand.

He was just as mesmerized as I was, so entranced that he didn't even notice how tight his grip was. It was kinda cute, seeing him this way. I couldn't help but admire him this way, the boyish side of him coming through his tough exterior. It was a rare side that most people didn't get to see. His Alpha male persona was all he would allow his people to see, but I preferred this side.

To detox the situation, I agreed to spend the first day as an actual tourist, and spend the day with Traitor. No hunting for an MIA, no talk about demons, no worries for twenty-four hours. Just two people exploring a foreign country together.

We explored many places, ate way too much food, and even bought a souvenir. Since neither of us were fluent in Spanish, we also picked up an authentic English-to-Spanish Dictionary for while we were here. Thankfully, high school Spanish class gave us each a head start.

The day ended on a positive note- with us eating a monsoon of chicken and rice, with spicy beans and plantains- back in our motel room. Once we ate, and threw out our takeout boxes, we sat on one of the beds. We talked about random memories and interests for what seemed like hours, before we eventually fell asleep.

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I woke up in a blanket of warmth, snuggling into it further. A soft sigh escaped me as I moved closer to the...

Wait-

Why is the bed hard?

I opened my eyes to see I was laying practically on top of Traitor. My face reddened deeply as I tried to move without waking him up. Unlucky for me, though, his arm was across my waist, keeping me in place.

I exhaled sharply as I gently grabbed his arm, and slowly lifted it off of me. I was almost in the clear, when I suddenly felt his other arm snake around my waist. In my state of shock, he got his other arm out of my grip, and wrapped it back around my waist, as well. When I looked up at him, his eyes were open, and a smirk played on his lips.

"Good morning, gorgeous," he spoke, his morning voice deep and raspy. It was as if it vibrated me to the core.

I felt myself blush a bit as I responded with a soft, "Good morning."

His smirk seemed to widen as he saw my ever-increasing pink tint.

"Now, why would you feel the need to ruin such a nice morning by moving?" He asked, his voice playful and teasing.

"It's not a crime to move-"

He nuzzled his face into my neck, taking a deep breath of my scent. The action sent a shiver up my spine, one that wasn't based on discomfort.

"What if I don't want you to move?" He challenged, his voice muffled by my hair.

It took me a moment to calculate my response, since my brain decided to only focus on his breath on my neck.

"Well, then I guess you'll have to deal with it."

I went to move, but his grip tightened around my waist.

"I miss this," he mumbled. It was so soft, I almost missed it. Almost.

Out of curiosity, I asked, "Missed what?"

"This. Us. What we use to be." He paused before continuing.

"I miss the times when you'd come over for dinner, and we'd spend hours talking about random nothings. I miss the look you gave me when you were annoyed with something I did, or the care you gave when you fixed something stupid I did. I miss holding you like this, and smothering you with kisses just because I could. I miss us."