Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Callan ~16~

"Let her sleep." I mumble as Zachary walks in, his eyes landing on the sleeping beauty sprawled out on my couch. My coat draped over her body, her head resting on her crossed arms. She had flipped over to lay on her stomach after a few minutes of her falling asleep. The jeans she wore made her ass look plump and squishy. I had to turn my chair away from her and use my laptop on my lap for a good 10 minutes before I could turn back around. I was trying so hard not to seem like a creep.

"Why is she even here?" He whispered, gently moving hair out of her face. I watched him gently adjust the jacket around her before taking a step back, staring down at her with his lips pursed a little.

"Long story. I'll tell you later. How is she doing with you?" I whispered, keeping my voice down so I didn't wake her. She was so beautiful it made my chest ache. I felt the need to go and lay down with her, pulling her on my chest and feeling her heart sync with mine.

"Her wrist." His voice was darker than before, the soft tone now replaced with anger. I sighed and rubbed my jaw, feeling the spot that was hit. Zach's eyes stared at her wrist, her head laying on her forearms which slightly covered the bandage. But of course, he noticed it.

"Later, Zach. Why are you here?" I asked, closing my laptop. He turned to me and walked closer, leaning against my desk, and continued to watch Brooklyn. "You look like a creep."

"Rude. Anyway, Atticus got into another fight. Don't worry, the other guy is fine. Atticus is at home wrecking the library. I can't get him calm." He whispered, spacing out for a moment before looking at me expectantly.

I huffed and took out my phone, calling Atticus. It rang a few times before he hung up. I called him again and another time before he finally answered.

"The fuck do you want?" He growled into the phone. Even with the harsh tone, he still spoke quietly. I rolled my eyes and gave him a few seconds before I finally spoke.

"Listen. I'm stuck here at the office so I can't come and knock sense into you. Brooklyn is asleep here. So chill out and go take a shower." I said, knowing he was going to immediately calm down for a moment at the mention of Brooklyn.

"Going there." He huffed, I rolled my eyes and tried to tell him to stay home but he hung up. He was as stubborn as a bull sometimes. Screw that, all the time.

"He's coming here." I murmur, looking over at Brooklyn who was still out like a light. I wondered if she was a heavy sleeper. Judging by the slow rise and fall of her shoulders, she was still asleep. However, it is very easy to fake sleeping breaths. I stood from my chair and walked towards her, sitting on the coffee table and studying her.

Her lips were parted slightly, small puffs of breath coming out of them. Her eyelids were still, only a faint flutter of her eyelashes, indicating she was dreaming. Her throat was still, not a single swallow. Another indication that she was fast asleep.

"What's the update, doc?" Zach joked, holding back a snort. I looked at him with unamused eyes, rolling them at his grin. I poked her side gently, and then her hip. Not a muscle twitched. She was a deep sleeper.

I looked towards the elevator, seeing Atticus watching with calm eyes. His knuckles were red and bruised, a bit of blood dripping from one of his knuckles down his finger. He looked at me, then Zachary, then back to the sleeping angel. His eyes zeroed in on her wrist. His jaw clenched and his eyes turned murderous.

"Later. She's alright." I mumbled, standing up and backing away from her. We all stood in silence, watching her. Our attention turned to Zachary who was trying to hold back his laugh. "What the hell?"

"We're acting like predators watching their prey. Although... No. Let's wrap this up. Let her sleep. But don't let her sleep too long. She needs to study and sleep properly." Zach said before walking out of the office. Atticus watched her for a few more seconds before nodding at me and walking out behind Zachary.