The Moon Is Beautiful

Chapter 40

I don't leave Kaden’s home that night.

Instead, we stay up until late just talking, getting to know one another better. After me failing at assuring Kaden that everything will be okay, we didn't visit the surgery topic again.

We merely avoided it, jumping around topics in case one brought us close to the surgery. And now as the clock has striked four in the morning, I feel fatigue wrapping around my bones, becoming more apparent than it was four hours ago.

I stretch out my limbs, trying to release some of the fatigue from my body, and Kaden quickly notices the movement, his head snapping to mine.

"Are you tired?" he asks.

"A little bit." I admit. Before now, when he had asked me if I was tired, I just said no because I knew that he needed company to distract him from the impending decision he needs to make. But now, I can't hide it and lie anymore.

"Oh. Well, you can go and sleep in my bed." he says, getting to his feet.

"What about you?" I ask as I follow him to his bedroom. When we enter his bedroom, the first thing I do is examine how it looks, unable to stop myself from taking a peek.

It's a simple room, a double bed pushed back against the wall with a wooden cupboard standing opposite and there's a window at the end, the curtains drawn.

"Don't worry about me. I won't be able to fall asleep now even if I tried." he shrugs, but I can't help but worry about him. I don't want to go and sleep while he sits all alone inside worrying.

"Why don't you lay in bed with me?" I blurt out. My cheeks flush when his eyes widen in shock at my preposition. "I mean, I don't think I can fall asleep with you staying awake. Maybe if we lay together, we may fall asleep together."

His eyebrows furrow as he contemplates my offer. When a few long moment pass by and he offers no response, I sigh, ready to tell him never mind.

But just at that moment, he speaks, "Alright."

I smile, clasping my hands together. I can't help myself, pulling back the duvet and plopping onto the bed. I pat the space next to me, and then I realise once again that he cannot see.

"Come." is all I say. He hesitates, rocking from side to side on his feet for a few brief moments before sighing, and joining me on the bed. He nicely keeps some distance between us, but this makes me frown. I want him to be as comfortable as I am.

Barely thinking, I move to sit behind him, placing my hands on his shoulders. He flinches. "Relax."

His muscles are tense beneath my fingertips, but I try to massage them down. "You need to relax. I'm not going to do anything."

His arms becomes slack, and he sighs, shaking his head. "It's at a time like this that I wish Sin would take over. I'm really not good with such things."

I don't have to see his face to know that he is blushing. "Why? We're just going to be lying in bed. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Still," he insists. "Sin would be able to deal with this much better."

He's a little reliant on Sin when it comes to such close and intimate situations, I realise. It's not a bad thing, but he himself is strong too. He needs to learn that he doesn't necessarily need Sin to take care of certain things for him.

Honestly, I've communicated more with Sin during this period of knowing him than with him. I want the chance to spend some time with him too. I just hope he'll let me without needing Sin to take over.

"Well, you are just going to have to deal with me right now." I say, pulling my hands off from his shoulders once he relaxes.

He twists around in the bed so that he faces me. "Don't get me wrong, Rosie. Dealing with you is not a bad thing. I like spending time with you. Its just...I've never been alone with a woman besides Ms. Anderson before and I'm not sure how to act. I'm scared that I'll do something wrong."