Four - A Soulmate Story

Innocence and Eating

- - - - - - - -  Mila's Point of View

Morning beckoned upon us as I rolled back over to escape the sun's rays. I felt the man next to me's warm breath hit my face as he caressed his fingers through my flowing hair. I felt content and at ease which was peculiar for me. Often I was worried and anxious, but not around Skyve. "Good morning Mila.." my eyes fell shut, cuddling into the soft sheets of his king sized bed. Today was just going to be another wasted day of my limited time on Earth.

"Good morning to you too, Skyve." I raised myself up from the sheets as he clambered out of bed and started to change. Of course, at the time, I was too innocent to understand this was unusual, or even considered sexual, he definitely knew though. "I've already told you Mi, you don't need to speak so formally around me.. just loosen up a bit, I'm not here to critique you on your sentences." I completely disregarded this comment, I had been raised prim and proper, it was hard for me to snap out of formality so easily, especially around another person of such high class.

Echoes of footsteps flooded Skyve's home. I had never set foot in such a vast mansion before meeting Thea and him. As much as it was lovely to be able to stay over at such a luxurious abode whenever I pleased, I did not miss the abundance of noise when I arrived home. Skyve has also examined this upon his first overnight visit to my fourth penthouse, though he did admit that the noise back at his home didn't seem to bother him that much.

The clock in his chamber sang three times as he tilted up my neck. After all these years of being accustomed to such an extravagant living style, I still had little to no idea of how to tie a tie. Skyve swore one day he was going to teach me, but in my own mind, I liked to think he just enjoyed being of help to me, because that day never came. "There, you're all done Mi." I lent into his arms as he adjusted my collar back to its original stance. "Why-" I abruptly cut myself off, knowing that the following speech would have been way too formal.

"I mean, thanks.. Skyve." He ruffled up my hair and kissed me lightly on the head. Again, at the time, I had no knowledge that someone may consider this romantic, I rarely ever saw affection in my life, my parents were no players in the loving field, and I had almost no other direct role models, so I had a lack of wisdom in the romance and flirtation area. Some may say I'm playing up what I was actually like a bit, but a 13 year old should at least know what a crush is.

A certain someone found my innocence very cute, he loved that his flirtatious gestures and actions towards me were never received as romantic. He wouldn't tell me about stuff when I asked what certain phrases meant to preserve my innocence, he once said that he wished he could've kept his angelic side longer. At the time, I never understood this. He was able to make very dirty jokes with his friends, and I would have absolutely no clue what they were all yapping about.

"You not hungry?" My vision shot back from whatever I had been hallucinating about this time, revealing a slightly blurred Skyve, eyeing down my full plate of food. "No, not really.." I looked at the food in shame. Eating was always a difficult time for me. I struggled with severe insecurity, thinking that I was imperfect compared to the models on Vogue and all the other fashion magazines. Skyve knew about this, so he really tried to look out for me. I always ate with him, so I had someone there to support me.

Once again, I felt zoned out, as if I had been put elsewhere but was still feeling the sensations of the first location. Snapping back into reality, I noticed him giving me one of the waffles he had just made, he cut it into smaller bites for me and headed back to his seat. "I understand if you can't, but at least try to get a bit of that waffle eaten for me.." I picked it up, the overwhelming feeling of guilt and worry washed over my entire body. I instantly could tell he was by my side as I was lifted out of my seat.

"Maybe not today, we can try again later." He wiped my wet tears from my face with his jacket sleeve as I finally regrouped all of my senses and abilities. I had been moved onto his lap, I felt something hard beneath me, but maybe it was just the chair, there may have been a gap between his legs or his belt. "Can you move your belt, it's a bit uncomfy.." His face was covered in confusion for a second and then he giggled under his breath realising what I meant. "Sorry I can't- don't ask why.." he kissed me lightly on my cheek, still seemingly joyful from my comment which I still had no idea about.