Changing The Course of Fate

Chapter 66.5 - Bliss

The cold winds inside the forest of the second mountain seeped through the windows of the house located at the top of the biggest tree.

Ciaran stirred in his sleep as he groaned and moved around the comfortable bed that was covered with a fresh-smelling scent.

'Did they change the scent used to wash the sheets again?' He thought lightheadedly while he rolled around.

"Hmmm..." a voice spoke beside him and Ciaran immediately opened his eyes.

He quickly shifted into a sitting position as his eyes roamed around the room.

'What is-' However, before he could complete his thought, his hand flinched when it came in contact with something very soft.

His eyes directed to his side and there he saw a very breathtaking scenario.

Laid on the bed was the person whom he had told many things last night.

The person who had snow-like hair, pale skin, and a face that could only be seen on paintings drawn by famous illustrators right out from the imaginations of their deepest desires quietly slept.

Ciaran stopped moving.

He felt his chest race and his mind fog at the ethereal sight.

The young master took small breaths as his head was slightly tilted in Ciaran's direction. His mouth was partly open and the rosy lips did not fail to present themselves in an alluring manner.

The dark background of the trees right outside the window behind the young master's frame made his appearance even more astounding as his porcelain skin and his unpigmented hair contrasted well with the color.

The green-eyed man's breath hitched.

He had seen many vampires who were considered to be at the epitome of beauty and he had seen many people who are comparable to a fairy's allure.

Yet the person sleeping in front of him surpassed his standards.

The young master was the first person whom Ciaran was ashamed to talk to because of the said reason.

There was a constant aura around the young master that made people both extremely attracted and intimidated unto him.

Ciaran was one of those individuals.

Sometimes his self-esteem gets low when he sees Pier's face but most of the time, he could not help but stare at the young master's appearance.

He felt like he was a speck of dust lurking on the unreachable corners of the room while Pier was a shining gem enclosed in a glass case not to be touched by anyone.

He was starting to think that he should be the most grateful person alive for even being able to talk with Pier.

He reached out his hand.

The rough and calloused skin came in contact with Pier's cheeks.

'Smooth,' It was very smooth.

There was no hint of blemish. In fact, Ciaran would even sometimes see Pier's skin glow under the sun or when the moonlight encloses itself around the young master's body.

He started to caress Pier's cheeks as he lay again on the warm bed facing Pier.

Ciaran's large and warm hands made the young master comfortable as he changed his position while still sleeping and was now fully facing the green-eyed man.

Pier's thick eyebrows and long lashes fully displayed themselves in front of Ciaran and the man was unable to help himself but take a deep breath.

He had no clue what it was.