The Paths We Choose

Chapter 9 (elias pov)

The regrettable decision. Utterly foolish decision. As I settled into the bed, the realization hit me that I was going to share the same bed with her.

I distance myself as far over as possible. I grabbed the book off the nightstand I'm hoping that engaging in a story will take my mind off the body thats heat was radiating warmth up me. God I was struggling.

A few chapters in, my mind was finally focused on the book instead of her. However, I noticed her hand trembling, likely experiencing another night terror. Helplessly watching her in that state was a heart-wrenching experience. I know better than anybody to never wake up someone when they have bad nightmares.

She seemed so nice and innocent the world was doing this to her I could tell she didn't deserve what was brought upon her. I felt almost protective I wanted to destroy what was haunting her mind. I reached for her hand. A tear tugged at my eye as she began to scream out.

Witnessing someone in agony is an indescribable pain. Despite not knowing her well, seeing her in distress tore me apart. As I reached out to comfort her, she instinctively grasped my hand, seeking solace.

She began to shake again and she reached for my chest with her shaking hand. She wasn't aware of what she was doing. She was just reaching for comfort.

I couldn't do it. I couldn't watch her like this I reached for her. Grabbing by the waist I stopped for a moment at the thought of the little body I was about a to move near me. I struggled with restraint when it came to things that brought me pleasure.

I pushed those thoughts out of my head and I enveloped her in my embrace, I was instantly choked by her scent. I was engulfed in her hair.

The room filled with silent moans as we moved closer, our connection deepening. She was not just my first physical intimacy but my first love her beautiful scent filled me as her hair began to fall in my face. her face making an expression that showed me she was close to climax the flashback was cut short by the quick sounds of gunshots.

When I was brought back to reality the girl laying with me wasn't my ex girlfriend amber it was Catherine the hair in my face wasn't amber's. The flashbacks make me relive the day like it was yesterday, especially when I close my eyes and I see those vivid images that haunt my sleep. Bringing me back to reality is becoming harder and harder

What do you do when that past you try to escape stays with you like it's the present. Just then she shifts and her shirt lifts to expose her stomach where there's mark from my hand I hadn't realized how hard I was grasping her waist until then

She would do good to have never met me. I would destroy her like I did every other beautiful thing in my life. I let go of her remembering what happens to the things I let past my walls. I knew that my presence in her life could only bring destruction, like a destructive force that I had become accustomed to.

When I let my hand leave her she began again. It wasn't just shacking this time her legs moved in circles and her hand grasped the sheets beneath her.

I let my hand lay on her hip again hoping to soothe her she rattled a little bit longer before going back to peace. Her face in between nightmares for those couple of minutes was a face I wish I could keep engraved in my mind forever

POV Lisa

The sun filtered through the room, casting a warm glow that hinted at the promise of a beautiful day. As I stirred from my sleep, tiny beads of sweat glistened on my forehead, a silent testament to the restless night I must have endured. A sense of comfort enveloped me into a false sense of security until a sudden realization jolted me.

A hand encircled my waist, accompanied by a low grunt that shattered the peaceful morning stillness. Memories of the previous night flooded back

"I'm going to need you to stop moving" his voice broke the tense silence, his words tinged with a hint of urgency. The awkwardness of the situation was palpable. he had morning wood and here I am just a girl laying in his bed

     the reason I was in his arms remained a puzzle to me though. I was never know to be a sleep cuddler. I turned around to take him in. Oh this really happened. The shock of the encounter was momentarily overshadowed by the sight of his impressive physique, my eyes inadvertently lingering on a certain prominent feature it was hu- "don't stare at it if you're not going to do nothing about it"

The audacity of his statement left me speechless, a mixture of surprise and amusement dancing in my eyes. Caught in a moment of vulnerability and uncertainty, I grappled with the conflicting emotions swirling within me. The unexpected intimacy and his darken demeanor created a tension that lingered in the air, leaving me at a loss for words. Just get out I thought