Every time I Look at You.

Chapter Four

It was hard for me to rest that night. All I thought of was him. I still felt his large warm hand in my hair and on my skin. My lips held the ever-loving warmth of his lips. I sighed and sat up.

I got out of bed and pulled on a robe then silently walked out of my room and down the long hallway. I quietly crept down the large staircase, grateful the floor didn't creak beneath my feet.

I walked outside, wondering where Mark was. I sat down in a lawn chair and sighed again. I looked deep into the shadows, silently searching for those answers my mind just wouldn't reveal.

I then noticed a pair of glowing eyes staring at me. I grew frightened. Then they moved, slowly coming toward me. I was about to cry out when Midnight came into view. I heaved a sigh of relief as he walked up to me and sat beside me, placing his large head upon my lap. I sighed softly and gently petted him. Slowly but surely, he closed his eyes. I hummed softly, watching Midnight. I looked back into the shadows, letting my mind drift.

Mark watched her silently from the shadows. He sighed softly at how gentle she was. He felt the urge to hold her again. He wondered if she thought the same.

Midnight soon lifted his head from my lap and lay down beside my chair. He fell asleep as I wished that I could sleep so peacefully. I looked back into the shadows, wishing for Mark. I sighed softly then stood. I bent down and softly petted Midnight's head.

"Goodnight, Midnight." I said softly.

I straightened and looked back into the shadows. I felt so lonely.

"Goodnight to you, Mark. Where ever you are, be safe."

I walked back inside and up to my bedroom, where I softly cried myself to sleep...

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(Later on that evening.)

'Taker sat on the edge of her bed, watching her sleep. He had feelings for her ever since they became close, but he never told her how he felt. He also never felt this way toward anyone before. He wanted to make her smile, laugh, sing and love him; to accept him for who he was. She then softly sighed, bringing him back to reality.

"Mark..." She moaned softly.

His eyes grew wide and his heartbeat increased. He knew she was dreaming, so he decided to see what her dream was about.

He was outside, just like last night; watching her from the shadows. She wore a long, sleeveless black dress with heels. She then stood and shed her heels then ran to the middle of the lawn and began to twirl around.

Her hair was in a long braid down her back as she then unraveled it, spreading her wavy hair across her shoulders. She laughed and twirled again.

"Mark, join me! "She said happily, looking into the shadows.

And he did. He slowly walked out of the shadows and she smiled softly at him. He looked down at what he wore. He was clad in a sleeveless leather vest and black jeans; the vest lay open as his chest exposed to her.

The wind blew softly, spreading his hair over his shoulders. Soon, they embraced. He held her close, his sensual eyes smoldering. He then bent and kissed her.

He exited her dream and was shocked as he looked down at her with wide eyed. Father was right. She loved him...

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'She loves me...' Mark said telepathically to Midnight.

'Of course she does. Don't you see? The way she practically melted into a pool of desire last night. Oops.'

'Yeah she- wait, you watched?' Mark glared down at Midnight.

'Sort of...' Midnight said, looking away.

'I told you to rest. My God, why do you persist on not listening to me?' Mark shook his head.

'I'm sorry, son, but I felt the need to watch romance blossom when it comes to my only son.' Midnight whined and bowed his head.

Mark sighed and patted Midnight's head.

'Don't let there be a next time, wolf; because I won't be so lenient.'

'Threatening your father, now? Hmm.'

Midnight gave his son a sideways glance.

Pursing his lips, Mark said telepathically, 'Now get. I know you didn't rest well last night. Go rest.'

'Yes son.'

Midnight nudged Mark's hand then trotted away. Mark bent his head into his hand and groaned. He was tired and should be following the order he gave his father.

He walked back inside and sat down on the sofa. He laid down on its soft cushions, sighing gratefully. He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep...