The Summer Warmth

Thirty-Eight

What are we?

Chapter 38

I have been up for the past half an hour and saying that I had one of the best sleep would be an understatement. I woke up with something or someone under my arm. I am laying with Valarie, her back against my chest and my arm draped over her protectively. I couldn't help but smile at the view. I lift one of her hair strands giving me a better view of her face in the morning golden light.

Nothing can make me prepare for what is to arrive in the coming hours. Some way or another, Valarie convinced me for her to attend that meeting and even though I would be with her all this time, I am still worried about her.

It's funny how much my life has changed since Valarie has been a part of it and I regret nothing out of it. Even though all I wanted to do was to ruin. But now that, and now I look down to see this girl in my arms, I am content that she rather became my saving grace than my guilty flaw. Now I just want to hold her, make her mine and protect her from the world.

But what about protecting her from yourself?

I still have my demon's voice calling out to my brain and pressuring me about how I don't deserve Valarie and how I am going to make her just like me. I try ignoring it all the time, knowing that someone in me wants her, to be a part of me, be with me and that we together won't be such a toxic equation.

We have our problems, our past but it feels like till the time we are together as one, no one can raze us for being us. Nothing can come in between except my biggest demon who is not just mentally but physically playing a part in all our lives. His mere existence scares the shit out of me but it's not about me anymore, but the beauty sleeping beside me like a baby and that I would trade anything in me just for her warm carefree side to be the only face of her inner and outer self.

I feel Valarie stir beside me, making me hold her a little tight, not wanting her to be away from me. I just like her close to me. She blinks her eyes a couple of times, adjusting the light for her liking. She rolls around now laying on her stomach, looking at me with a pout, her hair strands all over her face again.

I chuckle looking at her, knowing how she is not an early shiner. I put the small hair strands of hers behind her ear, making her smile like a giddy cat, my heart stopping there for a few seconds at the sight.

How can she be so cute? I look at her for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling of awe while looking at her beautiful self.

"Morning." She coos in her sleepy voice.

"Good Morning baby." I say, my voice coming out extra chirpy. I go down to kiss her when she stops my face mid-way with her palm covering my midface. I frown my eyebrows at her, while she is looking just looks at me with her other hand on her mouth.