𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ~ | 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯

038 || Let me see you

⚠ Warning ~ Smut, swearing

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I didn't sleep. I closed my eyes, and time passed, but it wasn't sleep. How could I sleep? I just waited. Either for the sun to rise or the sound of the door, whichever came first. He had been so angry when he left... What if he didn't come back this time?

I rolled onto my other side, the covers slipping off my shoulder. I stared at the door to the bedroom. The faint light from the living room illuminated the corners in a warm yellow glow.

Just as my last hope was slipping away, I heard the faint sound of a key in the door. My heart leaped, suddenly fully awake. The door opened and closed, and I heard Max kick off his shoes. I propped myself up on my elbows, about to jump out of bed and run outside. Then I stopped.

No. Don't.

He was probably still furious at me. If I went out there, it would end like it always does. Everytime. He must be exhausted...

I let myself fall back into bed. I heard the sound of the tap as he poured himself a glass of water. I tried to make myself comfortable, pushing my head further into the soft pillow. I heard the sound of footsteps outside, approaching the door.

I closed my eyes just in time, as the door opened softly. I let my body relax and slowed my breathing. He clearly bought it because he walked in. I could feel his presence as he stopped next to the bed.

He didn't move for a couple of moments. I waited, my eyes still closed as if I were in a deep sleep. With a slow, quiet movement, he pulled the covers back over me. He discreetly tucked it in under my chin. I felt a gentle hand brush some hair out of my face. Butterflies fluttered in my chest even now. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss on my forehead. I could smell the alcohol in his breath.

When he pulled away, I felt colder than ever. I heard his feet shuffle against the floor as he walked over to his suitcase. I peeked open one eye to watch him as he pulled off his shirt and let it drop to the floor. I felt heat rush to my face as I watched his back muscles flex as he pulled a loose shirt over his head.

"You know it's rude to stare." He said it quietly. I blinked.

"How did you-" I sat up, rubbing my eyes. He

"You are a terrible liar. And an ever worse fake sleeper. People don't blush in their sleep." He chuckled to himself. This made me blush harder.

I watched him as he ruffled through his things. As he did so, I saw a cut on his palm. Well, it looked more like a graze. My eyes widened, and I threw the covers off me. I hopped off the bed and hurried over to him. He turned to me as he heard my bare feet on the floor with a confused expression.

"Max! Your hand!" I took his wrist and held it up to examine it. He shrugged.

"It's just a scratch." He said it simply, not pulling his hand away from me. I gave him a firm look.

"Sit." I ordered him, gesturing to the bed. He looked too tired to fight me, so he sat down. I then hurried out and fetched the first aid kit. I found a disinfectant and a bandage and went back.

He watched me curiously as I tipped some of the liquid onto a cotton ball. I opened my hand, waiting for him to give me his. He obliged once more. This was a whole other side of him. Obedient. It was almost as if he had given up...

"This might sting..." I told him with a frown. He nodded, giving me the okay.

I dabbed on the liquid. I was expecting him to flinch a little, but he just stared at what I was doing. After I was done, I checked that the wound was clean and began to bandage it. His eyes shifted from my hands to my face; his eyes were big.