AFFLICTION- LRH

Pulsate.

Maeves POV:

Waking up to the bright sun light seeping through the tall glass panel windows, I feel the immediate throb of my wound coursing through my thigh.

It was almost like I could feel my heart beating, with each intense pulsate of my thigh was another second I stayed alive.

It was a new feeling, something I wasn't used too.

I had never experienced the type of pain where I could literally feel my heartbeat. It was almost like an adrenaline rush. The thought of the pain weirdly excites me.

It was like as if for once in my life, I truly understood the exhilaration of being alive.

Trying to sit up a bit to reposition my leg, I feel a sudden pressure stopping my movement, and my non injured leg was unable to budge.

Rubbing my eyes and looking down, I can't help but feel my cheeks beginning to burn at the sight that was in front of me.

Curled between my legs was a sleeping Luke, his arms wrapped between each of my legs and his hands holding tightly to my thigh, his fingers leaving small indentions with how solid his grip was. His lips were slightly pursed as his eyes twitched every few seconds, and the mess of curls that rested in his face made it so hard for me not to run my hand through the honey blonde hair, making his face a little more visible.

He looked so comfortable, but all I could think to myself was,

How the fuck do I move?

I mean, if I were to shove him awake, he would probably just bitch at me and tell me it was my fault he was sleeping so close to me. Wrapped up in my body like he couldn't get enough.

But, if I leave him like this while I am awake, he will think it's weird I didn't wake him up, and he would probably bitch at me for that too.

Decisions, decisions.

I couldn't help but keep my eyes on him though, with every breath he inhaled, his body moved ever so gently, his grip along my legs seemed to get tighter, as if he knew he couldn't let go.

This was the only time I have ever seen him so gentle, almost endearing.

I knew it wouldn't last long, but a sick twisted part of me wanted to keep ahold of it while it lasted, just enough to prove to myself he doesn't always have to look like a complete and utter asshole.

But of course, right when I start thinking about the possibilities of being somewhat okay with this, I feel his chest inflate as he takes in a deep breath, moving his body a bit as he begins to wake up.

Luke lifts his head almost too quickly, leaving me no time to pretend to be asleep instead of watching him like a weirdo. And of course, he is quick to notice.

"Why the fuck were you watching me sleep, freak?" he growls, his tone deeper than normal from the grogginess of his sleep.

"Well, excuse me," I scoff, "but what else would you expect me to do when I wake up to a large ass man cuddling my legs?"

"I wasn't cuddling you."

I feel my lips lift, "Oh? Then what do you call the way you were sleeping just now?"

Luke, who has yet to move from his sleep position, looks down at his arms. Without even a second passing by, he quickly lets go, releasing my body from his tight grip.

Lifting himself up, I watch as he rubs his face with the palms of his hands, deciding it be best to just completely ignore my statement.

"How do you feel?" He suddenly asks.