Life & Love of the Tormented

Seventy

CARTERS POV

My body becomes heavy but I feel comfortably numb. The mental and physical exhaustion from the past twenty four hours seems to have caught up with me suddenly and I just want to sleep.

  I pull myself slowly out of Amelia and lay my weighted body down on the bed beside her.

"Don't get to comfortable", she whispers softly to me while brushing her hand through my hair.

"Hmm?", I respond, fighting my heavy eyelids from dropping shut.

"Baby...", Amelia whispers again, cupping my cheek and stroking a thumb under my eye, "At least come up onto the pillow and under the covers".

My thoughts are quiet and I feel like I'm on autopilot as I mindlessly move up the bed with her.

I lay myself on my side and reach for my girl, pulling her into my arms from behind her. My face nestles into her inky hair. I inhale her sweet scent deeply through my nose. An intoxicating mixture of her jasmine scented body wash and sex drown my senses. She smells so good.

"I love you Amelia", I whisper, using the very last of my energy.

  "I love you too", she says softly back to me.

  A small smile dances across my lips as I plant a soft kiss to the back of her head. She hums lightly in response and before I know it, my world goes silent and dark as sleep creeps over and consumes me entirely.

AMELIA'S POV

  I tiptoe quietly back into my bedroom from the bathroom after a much needed shower. Carter's light snores fill the room and when I glance over at the bed I can see the steady rise and fall of his chest. He sounds so peaceful.

I pull the towel from my head and let my damp hair fall around my face and down my back. I run my wide toothed comb through it a couple times before taking a look in the mirror at my outfit choice. A pair of tight blue ripped jeans and a black motorbike tee.

"You look fine", my conscience assures me.

  Ehh, I guess it'll do I shrug.

  I approach one side of the bed and let my eyes wander over Carter's side profile. His expression is relaxed and painless as he snoozes. His five o'clock shadow makes him look slightly unkept but in typical Carter fashion, he still looks glorious. Even with the new tired frown lines and ruggedness he's acquired after recent events.

  I bend down and place a small kiss on his stubbly cheek before turning to leave the room again.

  I take one last look at the handsome, hurting man in my bed and my heart swells and then breaks for him. What he must be feeling after discovering he has a terminally ill mother is beyond anything I could possibly comprehend and I pray I don't ever have to.

Right in this moment, as I watch him sleep from a few meters away I know in my heart that I can never be apart from him. He has me wholly and completely.

  I begin to slowly shut the door when a hand on my shoulder startles the life out of me.

  "Fuck!", I half yell, half whisper trying not to wake Carter. My heart hammers in my chest and I can feel it in my throat.

I turn to see who it is and to my dismay it's Jarrod.

Ehh what a way to ruin my day!

"What do you want?", I ask in disgust shoving his hand off me.

  "I'm sorry Amelia... for scaring you", Jarrod begins as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

  "SHHHH!", I say holding my index finger to my lips, "He's sleeping!", I snap trying to keep my voice low.