Beyond our eyes | COMPLETED

Chapter 10 intentions

"Rocco"
I called out then groaned in frustration
I've been trying to wake him up for at least 5 minutes if not more and my attempts so far has been a fail.
I used to hear stories of people sleeping like they're dead and they always sounded funny, until now.

His hands were wrapped around me, holding me like you'd hold a stuffed animal when you just had a bad dream or you'd hold a person that tried to run away from you.

I squirmed and shamed but still to no avail.
I tried to push his hands off of me but it felt literally stuck. What the fuck!

See, this is cute and all but I really need to pee.
I sighed and prayed to God before shouting a very long and loud "Roccccccccoooooooo" as hard as i could and he panted, bolting off the bed and rolling to the floor.

I quickly ran to the toilet to take a piss, happy that i was finally free as he shouted profanities.

When I had flushed I came out and Rocco was sitting at the edge of the bed, his hands on his head.
"You are a deep sleeper" I stated
"I wasn't asleep" he declared, removing his hands from his head. When i saw the tears in them, i quickly rushed to his side "what's wrong?"

"Sleep paralysis" he sighed saying "We have to go to the asylum today"
He looked defeated, worried and a bit scared which increased my curiosity.

"What did you see" I asked.
It seemed like my question petrified him even more because he looked at me, the fear hidden in his eyes now visible for me to see.
In his vulnerability, he hugged me but still tried to reassure me "I'm fine now, it doesn't matter" he muttered then stood up and walked to the bathroom, probably to avoid more questions from me.

Maybe i pushed a little to hard? I exhaled
"I pray for comfort and peace in his life" I prayed in the now quite room.

I still had nothing to wear.
Yes, Rocco gave me his clothes to wear for the time, but he didn't give me his permission to go snooping for clothes in his closet.

I stood his closet, examining if I should open it or not.
Sighing, i settled on wearing the  shirt he gave me and going to the kitchen. That one shirt I've been wearing for a while now. I really need my clothes.

Rocco was still in the shower and i was getting hungry so i marked out making breakfast without him.
I checked the cupboard and fridge for what was available.

Eggs
Bread
Nutella
Mayonnaise
Water
Coke
Biscuit
Ketchup
Meat

Rocco's kitchen was actually quite furnished.
There were potatoes and some other foodstuffs in the store.
I decided on tea and toast.
I hope it's not too simple but you know what they say, simple is never outdated.

"What's cooking?" Rocco said happily as he entered.
It's how food always makes this man happy.

"You have to stop walking around shirtless" I said when I saw him only putting on shorts

"Is it bothering you" he smirked, leaning on the fridge, staring at me.

Deciding to light a fire this morning, I walked closer to him "as a matter of fact yes, how long can a woman hold back?" I put my hand on his chest.

His eyes widened. He clearly was expecting a timid reaction.
He played with my hair "no one is asking you to hold back" he said straightly, a bit too forward which made it weird but not weird enough to kill the moment.