Falling For Insanity

Getting To Know You

Chapter Thirteen:
Rosie Mae's POV

It had been a long night. Blake did his best to help me but I just didn't feel as safe with him, as comfortable. Which sounds crazy since I've been dating him for a year. Eric sent a calmness over me even amongst all of his chaos, I just know he'd do die protecting me.

Blake seemed to be more mad that I smoked than concerned about me having a panic attack. Throughout the night and "helping" me, he sent little jabs my way about smoking without him or being hypocritical. Maybe none of this I could argue, but it wasn't the right time for him to try to make a problem out of it. He couldn't even wait till the morning or at least until the panic attack was over to take his jealousy out on me.

Surprisingly enough, Eric has made me feel more wanted, desired, and cared about the past few weeks than Blake has. Everything between us was so perfect until Eric showed up for the break. Especially after Blake's apology for how's he's been acting, I half expected him to suit up and show up to help me. Blake is distracted. I don't know what it is but there's something adverting his attention from me.

Whereas Eric...

Eric doesn't want to take his away from me. When I am in the room, I am the only thing that matters to him, he makes that known to me. Blake used to be a little like that. Eric is more intense about it, more obsessed with me than anything.

And I like it.

I hate so much that I like it but there's something about him that just invites me in. I don't want to stay away as much as I should or as much as I should run as far as I can.

Eric once made my body hum in fear. Now he made my body hum in fear and lust. I ought to be ashamed of myself.

I tried to be as quiet as possible, getting out of bed to use the bathroom. Blake snores loudly from next to me, dead asleep after all the drinking he did. He was definitely going to be hungover. I should probably get him some water and Tylenol while I'm up.

I creep open the door, tip toeing through it.

I stop in my tracks when I see Eric sitting against the wall across the hall, asleep. His head slumped forward and to the side a bit, chest rising and falling steady. His hands laid limp in his lap, holding his phone that he had fallen asleep scrolling through.

He looks peaceful, like he didn't have a million things to keep up with on a daily basis. Eric's demeanor was always somewhat nonchalant, emotionless. Right now he looked serene. I wish I could see him like this all the time.

It's the first time I had seen Eric shirtless, wearing just a pair of sweatpants. His right arm was tatted from his wrist to his shoulder, covering his skin completely. He had a few chest tattoos as well. Not only did that draw me in, it's was his lean, strong build as well. Underneath those long sleeved shirts and sweatshirts, anyone could tell he was muscular. But with his clothes off, it was a whole other story. Minus his retched personality, he is the perfect man.

"Eric..." I whisper, kneeling down in front of him and shaking his leg gently. "Eric, you fell asleep in the hallway. Wake up."

Eric groaned a little, his sleepiness making him seem vulnerable and cute as he lifted a hand to rub his eyes that slowly opened after. "Rosie Mae." His sexy, scruffy voice said with a hint of a grin. "How are you feeling?"

"Embarrassed." My smile is faint as I avert my gaze to the floor next to us.

"I asked; how are you feeling?" He repeated himself, causing me to meet his stare again that's now laced with genuine concern.