The Act

Growth

Sage's POV

"Are you okay?"  I ask the question knowing better. It was a stupid question under the circumstance. Of course he was not okay. He looked mental, yet can you blame him.

My question floats through the air without an response— as I thought it would. We both know the answer to the question.

Xan hasn't said a word to me since last night. It's currently 2:33 p.m. I'm trying to give him space but not knowing whats going on in his head is driving me insane.

Not hearing his voice is driving me insane.

What he did yesterday was big— I know it was.

I just want to be there to comfort him.

Months ago I wouldn't have tried to push the issue. Letting him do his own thing, yet he's grown. We've grown, and I know he needs me.

So I try again.

"You know you can confide in me, my love." I offer looking at the man who was currently freshening himself up in the mirror. His eyes lock with mines for a few seconds before he exhales slowly.

"I know baby." He replies turning to look at me. And even though his posture was stiff and trauma filled. His eyes were a soft as the snow. Looking into my own honey eyes with so much love and adoration.

We've grown.

"You don't have to keep your feelings to yourself. I'm here." I remind walking towards the handsome man, placing my hands on his face.

"I know." He replies again in a tone hinting that he was disappointed in himself. He shouldn't be.

"Then why aren't you speaking to me?" We're face to face now, and he struggles to keep his eye contact with me. Yet I follow his eyes, waiting for a response.

I need to know whats going on in his head.

"I don't want to bore you with my problems. I've already told you this st—

"Bore me?" I cut off shooting him a incredulous look.    "Baby you could never bore me especially when its about how somethings making you feel. I always want to know." I scold feeling his arms wrap around my small waist.

Xan pulls me into embrace and I rub his back feeling him rest his head in the back of my neck.

"I'm scared baby." He admits shamefully and I want to cry because i feel him. More than anything.

"I want to be strong for you— but i'm so damn scared."

I pull away from the hug without thinking kissing him on his lips then on his face.

"You." Kiss "Are." Kiss "Strong." I kiss him a million times until I see the smile I love the most appear on his face. Then he grabs my own, kissing me back deeply.

He pats my butt, making me wrap my legs around his waist and now he's just showing off. Kissing me deep while holding me in the air. And I feel him. Mentally, Physically. I love him so much.