Who Killed Aylee?

Chapter 29

Silas

 It's been a couple days since I found my reason for breathing. I might not be the one who truly saved her but the details fade away when I see Penelope in front of me. I'll drink my juice in the morning and the second she walks in for her coffee my chest seizes with the need to consume her and never let her go again. But I don't because I don't know what she has been through. I don't know if she wants me to.

I hate having morals. I hate that every bit of me is burning with the need to touch her, taste and smell her. She is so beautiful even though her hair is shorter, now to her shoulders and the wrong color. She is still intoxicating. When I finally got to hold her the day I found her she didn't smell like my star. She didn't really look like my star but she felt like my star. Her arms wrapped around my neck the way they once did before. Held me close. Putting her lips and cheek to my neck. I have had to fight everything to not kiss her. I just really don't want to make things worse for her.

We are moving today. We have spent the last two days getting things we needed and I let her sleep in her room to feel more comfortable. Her idea is not mine. I just want her with me. Always and forever.

What she doesnt know is that I slept in the hallway just outside her door. Then woke up before her to make her breakfast and coffee. I just want her safe. I need her safe.

But when she walks in the kitchen in my oversized shirt smelling like her old shampoo looking like the forbidden fruit I want more than anything in this world. My pants are now too tight. The room gets warmer and I have to adjust myself. Damn it she's perfection personified. I know I look like an idiot. I know she might not want it but I reach out my finger to graze her cheek. Watching her chest rise and small bumps forming on her skin as she looks at me through her lashes, over her coffee cup under her nose.

Her coffee cup lowers and I pull away. " Good morning Special Investigator."

She keeps calling me that and it makes it harder not to want her right here. I just smirk at her and take in each movement of her face. Please baby let me touch you more. I beg to only myself. But then she smiles and walks down the hall showing me the back of her long legs. I fist my hands and hit the counter softly so she doesn't hear me. Damn it I want her so bad.

We get my truck packed and get dresses looking around the rooms to make sure we got everything we could need. I am finishing packing up my desk and books. I take Dreamcatcher off the shelf and look it over. Remembering our day together over a year ago consumed by each other and full tangled up in the moment. I want more days like that. I feel my chest ache more for more days like that one.

" I loved that day too." her soft voice says from the top of the stairs. " When I went to bed at night I would try to relive that day in my mind. Trying to remember the details and the feeling. I tried to feel like I was here with you again. Instead of in that terrible place. " She walks over to me and takes the book from my hands and looks it over. " In a way that day was my dreamcatcher. I would dream of you and your voice instead of day to day nightmares."

I can see and feel the pain she endured. She gives me small details of what it was like every now and then and in the end I'll be able to piece it all together. Right now though I don't want to really know what happened I just want her back and happy, safe and comfortable.

" Silas, I - I just really want to say thank you." My eyes shoot to her eyes those haunting blue eyes I have dreamt of myself. " I haven't really said that yet."

" You don't have to thank me. I would have done anything to find you. Hell, I did everything to find you. I would do it again." She puts the book in the box and looks around at the room that consumed my life for some long now. " Are you ready to go? We should get going so we can get as far away as we can."