•His Angel•

Chapter 9

'I'm right here'

* Amaras POV*

I'm woken up to the sound of mumbling and it's really incoherent. I quickly pull myself up into a sitting position and look beside me.

Lucianto has sweat all over his forehead he won't stop twitching and moving around. I shove the blankets off him reaching his long bear torso glistening with sweat. He lays against the backboard.

My heartbeat quickens and slight sadness nips at my heart, I have to help him he needs help.

He is still asleep and that really concerns me, I think he is having a nightmare. I quickly get off the bed and run to the bathroom.

I search for a small rag once I find one I run it under cold water and squeeze the excess water out of it but not too much.

I make my way back to the bed and crawl on it. Okay I know this is a slight invasion of his privacy but I need to make sure he is okay.

I take a deep breath I lift up the basketball shorts I borrowed and staddle Luciantos lower stomach.

I was hoping that would maybe wake him up but it looks like he is still sweating mumbling freaking out and ect.

"Lucianto" I whisper shout. Not wanting to touch him since I'm already basically all over him I give it another go but I don't succeed.

I grab his face with one and and run my finger down his jawline. He sits up abruptly and I almost fall back onto his legs.

But before I do he grabs my hips and holds them firmly but on enoguh to hurt me.

My eyes widen but I quickly wipe my face of that expression because I'm already in him so I don't really know how he feels.

The sweat proceeds to run down his face more and I can feel the heat radiating off of his body. His chest rapidly goes up and down.

His lips stay slightly parted and his eyebrows are furrowed while he looks off into space.

"Hey hey are you okay calm down." I say placing my hands on his chest trying to get his back against the headboard again.

He leans back against the headboard and he looks up at the ceiling whilst panting. He looks so pale and seeing him like this.... shocks me.

"Here" I lay the towel on my thigh, I grab his head with both hands and tilt it down to mine.

I pick the rag back up and place it on his forehead I can see and feel him visibly relax at the coolness on his face.

Leaning in closely to make sure I wipe all of his face off I see a bit of the fabric from the towel on his lip.

Stupid flimsy towels these are supposed to be nice ones no towel falls apart this easily.

I run my thumb down his bottom lip to get the fabric off. He lets out a deep breath and then looks down at me so I look back at him.

"Are you alright I'm sorry I woke you up but you just looked really pale and...". He shakes his head dismissively.

I clear my throat awkwardly at the close proximity we have reached.