A Wolf's Tear

forty-seven: You Before Me

Nathaniel awoke to hushed snores entering his ears. It was the tenderness of the moment that made him tighten his arms around the wolf sleeping on top of his chest. He closes his eyes shut, hoping that she wouldn’t disappear when he would look at her.

He heaved a heavy breath and gazed at her. Relief immediately floods in him when her ink-black hair, scattered all over the bed and on him, greeted his eyes. For one more day, he felt like the luckiest person in the world. She wasn’t an illusion brought by his insanity. Everything about her was real now.

His eyes drifted to the ceiling, wondering what did he do to have a wolf like her in his arms.

Waking up with her sprawled all over him still felt blissful. Now his favorite thing to do was running his fingers through her hair and watch her sleepily murmur incoherent babble.

‘Moon!’ He thought. Is there anything more beautiful than the picturesque image of the owner of his heart drooling all over his chest?

“Nathaniel, go back to sleep.” She groans and rubs her cheeks against him.

He chuckles.

“It’s nine in the morning already. We missed breakfast.” He whispers.

“No.”

“No, what?” He smiled.

“You’re so warm. I don’t want to move if it's cold outside.” She grumbled.

Nathaniel had been observing her for the past two weeks. Ever since she asked for them to cuddle without clothes on, he had picked up on several things about her. One thing that completely boggled him was her very obvious fondness for his hairy chest. When she woke up before him, he had noticed her playing with the hair on his chest.

At first, he thought he could be wrong but ultimately, he was right. He had caught her red-handed when he tried testing his theory out by pretending he was planning to wax his chest, only for her to vehemently try to convince him otherwise.

It was a cruel plan, he admitted, but now he had thought of ways to take care of not only his beard but also his chest hair.

He was convinced that the cold was not the one bothering her, rather she was too comfortable to move.

“I don’t want to get up too, but I need to eat before I drink my medicine for the morning. I’m sorry, princess.” He rubs her soft shoulders.

“I forgot… sorry. You make lazy.” She answered.

The thing is, she made him lazy too. It wasn’t his character to sleep this late. His routine of trying to exercise at dawn was always thwarted when she wouldn’t let go of him. He also didn’t have the heart to wake her up.

Nathaniel tensed as her hand roamed around his abdomen, her adventurous fingers tapping every curve of his sinuous muscles until she accidentally touched the head of his morning glory.

She jolted and drew her hand away, tucking her nose into his underarm.

“You knew that was going to happen!” She exclaimed.

He chuckles and raised himself up, trapping her under him. Nathaniel had tried to show her his affection slowly. He didn’t want to scare her. But recently it was becoming harder and harder to restrain himself when Selena was doing all the right things that made him go insane.

With her, he discovered how much it turned him on whenever she kissed his neck. Then there she was, playing with his hair while rubbing her face all over his chest. Or just by her speaking ignited fireworks in his mind.