𝓐 𝓛𝓸𝓽'𝓪 𝓖𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮

4 1 0
                                        

 I felt warm. 

Not hot or cold. 

The room was cold but his protective arms around me as we lay intertwined, were all the warmth and comfort I needed. 

He whispered sweet nothings in my ear and his big rough hand traced circles around my arms. 

I didn't know he was capable of being this gentle. 

He had come back to my cottage to spend the night with me for the last few days. 

It wasn't even sexual, he'd just hold me and kiss me for hours until I fell asleep in his arms. 

It was understood between us that we wanted to keep whatever was going on with us to ourselves. 

I told him that I didn't want anyone to spoil it for us. I couldn't handle anyone else judging me right now. 

I had what I needed. 

And right now what I needed was him. 

He was the only person that could really ground me.  

He let me talk and cry without passing any judgment. He wasn't one-sided even with Keir. I told him that Keir was the only sense of love that I had and he didn't reprimand me for that. 

He made me feel safe enough to tell him anything. 

He also opened up to me. He told me about how he lost both his parents to the war in Melora a few decades back. He helped me understand the confused and angry emotions I brought to him when I arrived here. 

He hated me because I reminded him of the people who killed his family. 

He knew who I was because he tortured himself with protecting this island. That meant knowing every single threat that posed him or his family here. 

No one on the island knew about this.  

Everyone assumed that Ambrose was nothing but cold-hearted. When it was the complete opposite.  

His love for this place is what kept everyone safe. 

Tonight when he came back to my cottage, I ran into his arms and embraced him tightly.  

He grunted at the impact and chuckled. "Missed me huh?" 

His arms slithered around my waist to support my weight.  

He kissed my cheek, then my nose and my forehead, making me squeal until he reached my lips. 

His mouth hummed against mine and I smiled against him. 

I looked at him realizing how wet he was from the reoccurring rain. 

His face pulled up into a devilish smile as I studied him. His long black hair was dripping wet. He hadn't shaved in a while and his facial hair was climbing his strong cheekbones making him look even huskier. 

I could still see the sweet little beauty mark beside his strong Grecian nose. I pecked it with my lips.                                             

"I did." I answered him. 

He leaned in and placed a warm kiss on my forehead. 

He made my insides mush whenever he did that. 

His wet form walked me over to the bed and he dropped me. I yelped.

"Where did you come from?" I asked.

I had been at the beach having dinner with everyone else and I hadn't seen Ambrose. 

His face grew serious. "I came to grab you. Somethings going down"                            

AbditoryWhere stories live. Discover now