Over my dead body ~James Barnes~

Part 43

It's 3AM and James lays next to me while we're sleeping. "Can." He whispers with his eyes closed.

"Hmm." I respond after he woke me up. I still lay on my side of the bed and he on his side, its fucking cold, it's always cold in this room. Especially when you wake up in the middle of the night.

"Are you gonna punch me if I hold you now?" He whispers with a tired voice.

Without saying anything, I scoop over to his side with my back against his chest and he wraps his arm around my waist. He intertwines his hand in mine and he buries his chin and face deep in my neck.

He moves his face in my neck with his lips brushed against my skin until he's comfortable. He lets out a sigh and he give me a small kiss in my neck.

"Do you still hate me." He says in my ear after a moment.

"I'm trying." I whisper while he squeezes my hand a bit, he's happy he can hold me, And I feel safe for the first time since I saw Dylan.

I can feel his smile against my neck, and he gives me a little kiss on the cheek.

"I'm sorry." He whispers again while I'm hiding my smile. "Shhh I'm trying to sleep here." I say and I can feel him smiling again.

God this man has an effect on me. I'm so soft for him it's unbelievable.

I wake up in this shitty motel with James next to me. Behind me... his arm around me and his hand intertwined in mine. I can feel his chin on my shoulder and his breath hitting my neck and this is honestly the best feeling in the world. A night and morning like this is what I needed. I really, really needed this.

I know that it's just been five days since I walked out but this is finally a night where I'm not scared. Where I'm not looking under the bed or behind the closet.

Even though he has killed people, I still feel safe when I'm with him because I know he would never hurt me... I mean physically.

And then Casy, Casy has 9 days left. I wanna visit her, I'm gonna visit her because I haven't seen her in a long time, and I miss her. I miss her and James even though he's behind me.

Deep down I can't be mad at him for killing Dylan because it happened way before I met him. I highly doubt Dylan hasn't kill someone and they were both in the same kind of business. They probably were in a fight and James happened to be first.

I free myself from his grip a bit and he wakes up.

"Sorry sweetheart, I just had to hold you after five nights sleeping alone." He says and he let go of my hand and slides his hand over my waist before removing it. He's trying to flirt again, all over again. Like he's trying to date me which is pretty cute.

"It's okay." I say as I stand up from the bed to walk over to the bathroom. I can feel him staring at me, so I turn around and see him smiling at me. He's checking me out like he had never seen me.

I frown my eyebrows, but it got replaced by a little smile and I shake my head as I close the bathroom door.

We make ourselves ready for... I don't know for what. I have no idea what to do. Do I stay in this motel, being mad and alone or do I go home. Still mad at him but safe.

"Will you come home with me please." He asks after a moment. I just look at him without saying anything while I walk out of the bathroom.

"You can hate me, I'll sleep in another room. But I just wanna be there for you when something happens like last night." He adds while leaning against the door frame.