His Abused Mute Luna

Chapter Ten

"I'm so sorry! We were fine until Gracie—"

"Enough, Blaine, not right now. She's overwhelmed, so just give me a few minutes then I'll see you in my office," he replied calmly, tightening his hold on me when Blaine walked past us and I snuggled further into him.

His heat wrapped around me and eliminated any tension in my body. Tingles tickled every piece of me and I closed my eyes with a tiny, subconscious smile. He makes me feel okay and I'm not sure how or why, but strangely enough, that doesn't scare me.

"I'm picking you up, okay?" He said softly and I was pulled from my addicting euphoria, nodding at his warning and feeling the tension in my body return when he moved me off and kneeled, scooping my body up after allowing me to hold the shirt down before carrying me out the doors.

My panic gradually started to return and I tugged at his shirt trying to sit up, my breathing was harsh and I looked down at the grass which seemed to be a long way down. This made my heart race and I squirmed more, not liking how limited my movements were in this positioning and my lip quivered, instant tears filling my eyes.

I didn't like feeling so vulnerable, it terrified me. I never even felt this vulnerable with Jade. I want down. I can't breathe.

"What's happening? Are you okay?" He held me tighter to his body and I shook my head frantically, pushing at his chest. He realized immediately and stopped walking, gently placing me on my feet and I squeezed my hand to distract myself.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked, his voice was strained as if the question pained him to ask and guilt nipped at me. I merely shook my head and stared at the ground.

He was quiet for a moment, "you don't like it when I carry you like that, do you?" He questioned. I nodded in shame, expecting him to insult me for panicking but his next words shocked me.

"Then I won't do it anymore," he stated, and I felt a familiar warmth engulf my chest. I smiled uncontrollably at the way it fluttered around my heart.

Who knew such pleasure existed? I never imagined another person could make me feel so good. These foreign feelings are addicting and only he gives me them. I wonder what I did to not deserve them. Was it the tantrums as a toddler? Was it because I stayed up later than my bedtime?

Or because I'm just not good enough.

"Are you feeling alright enough to walk? I'll wait as long as needed until you're okay, so don't feel rushed," he said. I nodded again, hesitantly reaching out and grabbing his hand. I flinched when he wrapped his fingers over mine, my hand instinctively clenching around his and I took a deep breath.

I'm okay.

Taking a step, I tugged his arm and turned around with a frown, noticing he wasn't moving too. I scanned his legs, my eyes jumping to his without second thought and I upturned my eyebrows. What's that look? Why's he staring at me like that?

"You're too adorable," he randomly smiled, making heat fill my cheeks and the warmth in my chest intensified. Another wave of tingles sparked in my hand from his touch and I quickly looked away, a small smile taking over my lips once more.

I guess I'm not as horrible as I believed.

He then started walking and I followed, inching closer to his side whenever I saw another person until we made it inside another house. It was the same house I've been sleeping in. He continued to lead me through the halls, turning into a familiar bedroom and guiding me to the mattress.

I sat down and was surrounded by a scent that reminded me of him. It wrapped me in an unexplainable blanket of comfort and I yawned, moving under the covers and curling up feeling extremely exhausted.