A WAR AMONGST THE STARS

CHAPTER FIVE

SERENA'S POV

It is strange. I once thought I died and gone to hell, but I don't think I'm in hell anymore. No. I must have died and gone to heaven because this bed that I lay in is the biggest, softest, most heavenly, comfortable thing I have felt since... well since... I really can't remember the last time I felt this comfortable. I suppose maybe when I was a kid, tucked away in my own warm bed.

Since then, there's been too many cells, hard cots, and filthy floors I was forced to sleep on but this... ahhh. Now this is how I would imagine clouds of heaven to feel like.

My limbs stretch far beneath the soft, silky white sheets and as they do, I let out a big yawn and—my legs brush against a solid, tingling form.

It's him. We're in the same bed. We slept in the same bed. I should feel weird about that, but I don't. In fact, I find it strangely comforting. The big, blue, protective angel wanted to keep me close. It's... sweet. He's sweet.

The urge to feel more of him gets the best of me and the next thing I know, my legs are skimming past his shorts and down his warm, muscular limbs.

I smile into my pillow, my cheeks burning from blushing so damn hard.

Now, to play it cool. I can do this. I got this. Calm and collected, my head tilts back, my gaze fixed on him as he rests next to me.

His perfectly straight hair lays so neatly upon the silk, white pillowcase and it makes me wonder... has he ever known bed head, or does he just naturally wake up looking like a giant, sexy god? "Hi," I casually greet.

He's awake, lounging on his side with his hand propping up his head. I'm guessing he's been watching me. I should find that terribly creepy, but again, I don't. I find it... comforting. Like a shiny, glimmering blue angel, he watches over me, caring for me even during my sleep.

For once in all my life, it's nice not having to watch my back or worry about my safety. At least, I think. I still don't know him. I don't know what his intentions are, nor do I know how to communicate with him to ask what they might be. Not yet I don't but give it time and I will know his language. I will know it as if it were my own.

A light smile graces his lips before he speaks something.

"I don't know what you are saying, but if I had to guess, then good morning to you too."

Again, his soft voice speaks, whispering words I don't understand. Nevertheless, I am enraptured, holding on to every deep sound and syllable that escapes between those big, blue lips of his.

"You are by far the most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes on," I whisper as I gaze upon him in complete and utter awe.

I turn to lay on my side.

We face one another, staring deeply for a long while, that is, until my curious eyes begin to wander.

I take the opportunity to observe him.

I admire his exquisite, features. His face. He looks just like the ones who roamed around the hospital.

They must have been subjected to the same government mutation. They're all very large. Very... unearthly. It's like whatever mutation they were forced to take, had enhanced all their human features, making each part of them grow... bigger.

I never known the scientists to perform this type of barbaric practice on any other, but it does not surprise me. They experimented on me, why not them? Greedy bastards. Were we not enough?

Now begs the question. Where the hell am I, and am I next? Not that it'd be a bad thing to be made into them. I mean,lookat him!

While admiring his unique features, I study his broad shoulders, his muscular biceps, and the protruding veins in them. Even the muscle in his neck appears to be made of steel.