Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 46

Alastor's POV

I was beginning to grow sick of staring up at this ceiling.

Sleep just won't come and take me...no matter how long I keep my eyes shut.

Thankfully, I'm the only one with this issue. The small woman at my side has been sound asleep for hours now.

Looking over, I focused on her. She's much more pleasant to look at than the blasted ceiling.

Her hair was sprawled around her head, fanning over the pillows. We were skin to skin, not having bothered redressing.

I could feel each gentle breath she took, they would fan across my chest where her cheek was rested. They reminded me that she was alive.

The news about Tilly shook me more than I'd ever admit to any living person.

Who in this town is capable of such a thing? I know every single one of these fools, and none of them strike me as being similar, and in this case worse, than myself.

And if there's another person out there slicing people up...well, that's terrifying.

Because now I have something to be terrified of losing.

I love you...

Her voice passed through my head, whispering those three words to me over and over again.

Panting them in my ear and moaning my name.

Why is she so addicting? Why is her intimacy something I crave?

This relationship we've formed is so new to me, such a strange concept in itself that I'm unsure of my own feelings.

I don't even really know what true love is.

I don't want to tell her I love her without even knowing what it means...she seems sure of herself when she says it, and I love hearing her say it to me.

It makes me feel...good. It makes me feel amazing. It makes me feel like the most important man in the world because I am important to her.

What else could I ask for?

Her expression was completely peaceful. Smooth skin reflecting the moonlight and making her look utterly ethereal.

I used to stand on this pedestal alone...above the scum of this town. Above everyone who ever told me I'd never amount to the dirt on the bottom of their shoe.

But somewhere...somehow, this woman...this woman...she built her own path up to me.

And now she's standing right next to me.

What's odd to me is that I never put myself second to anyone...but I find myself stumbling in that whenever I'm with her.

I'm slowly raising her higher in my mind...with each passing day, she is becoming more and more important to me, higher than myself...standing above me.

I'm putting her above me.

Perplexing...this is all so perplexing. She hasn't belittled me, or manipulated me into doing this, so why am I placing her so highly in my head?

For god's sake, I let her do a segment in my show...my show.

And, oh...she did do so wonderfully...such a beautiful voice.

A soft smile rested on my lips as I thought back to it, running my fingers up and down her arm that was stretched across my chest.

Something I can be fully certain of is that this woman is mine. She is mine.