𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 (Ash Trilogy #2) ✔️

10

~ Aurora POV ~

steamy chapter, this is ur warning

Today has been one of my favorite days, ever.

I think I'll remember this day until the end of time. It was a day so simple, yet meant so much to me.

I had to work. And I was still embarrassed over what happened with my mom.

Can you imagine, bringing your....sorta boyfriend but not your boyfriend yet to go and meet your mom and she serves raw chicken, and starts throwing plates against the wall? Sounds even worse retelling it than when it actually happened.

But when Saint picked me up from work, there was a bouquet of flowers, a bottle of wine, and chocolates on the passenger seat for me. My favorite kind.

Under the July stars, we sat in his car. Talking, laughing, pointing at every stranger that walked past us and started to say random facts we thought fit them, such as, 'he definitely has an overflowing garbage can in his room.'

And then ducking under the windows when they looked at us since we were laughing too hard.

It was rare to see Saint laugh. He's pretty closed off, and doesn't express his emotions a lot. But slowly, over time, he has been showing me his.

And it's beautiful. To see a man not worry about trying to be manly. He was comfortable enough with himself to just be. 

I do a dramatic sigh as I collapse onto his bed, all of my bones feeling like they were aching from working all day. 

"Saint," I groan. "I have the bones of a grandma."

I hear him chuckle faintly as he enters the room. The sound of it makes me smile.  It's a soft sound, and I get to hear his raw emotions in it. 

I feel the bed dent at my feet, and feel Saint's strong hands start to rub my calves. Since I work on my feet all day, I smiled the second his finger pressed against my sore muscles. It's strange to me, that such a cold man could be so soft around me.

His hands rub the back of my legs and my feet as I let my eyes shut for a moment against the silk sheets. They smell clean, like pears. His hands travel up, to my lower back. His touch soothes the soreness in my muscles and as I lay against his bed, I think I have Saint figured out.

I think know why he's so blank sometimes.

He's scared of this becoming something serious, just like I am.

I let out a soft sigh as he massages my back. I didn't even ask for him to do this, he just does. My own parents didn't even care about me the way I feel like Saint does. He remembers everything I tell him, and it's like he always knows how I feel, as if he has eyes on me.

I roll onto my back, and look up at him. His blonde hair and silver chain around his neck hang, and his brown eyes look all over my face. I felt so small under him. So protected. As I feel his body heat, breathe in his cologne, and reach up and touch his face, I feel a peace within myself that I had never felt before.

"Saint?" I say, my voice soft, almost at a whisper.

His dark eyes wander at my lips, even after I speak.

The air between us felt heavy. I could still feel his hands running up and down the curvature of my spine.

I wanna kiss him.

"Yes, Aurora?" he says my name as if it were sacred. 

That. That's the things he does that make me fall for him. The way he supports me, is always there for me and comforts me, all make me fall more and more. But I'm scared to reach the hole that I'm falling into.