Beauty And A Beast

Chapter 36

Tzuyu

She's beautiful. That's the only thing I can think of as she's sleeping peacefully next to me, hands clasped under her head and face lit by the dim light of the rising sun.

I can't say I wasn't surprised when I woke up from my nightmare with her on top of me last night. I thought she would have left after practically pushing me up the stairs so I wouldn't fall and forcedly removing my shoes to throw me on the bed.

But, other than surprise, relief rushed through me when I saw her. It meant that what happened, what I thought had happened to her, was nothing other then a dream. One of my worst nightmares.

And then, when I asked her to stay, she stayed. At first I didn't think she would, I don't think anyone would other than the people who know me well. Why would anyone sleep with a monster?

She chose to stay, which is what surprises me the most. It's not like a life-threatening situation forced us together, like anything forced her to stay with me. A piece of the heart of stone my father has carved for me softened.

And now, ever since I woke up, I haven't quit on staring at her. And I woke up pretty early, feeling her shallow breathing on my neck, fighting back the urge to take her into my arms and keep her there, never let her go.

Saying again and again that she's beautiful is something I'll never get bored of doing. There are no words that can describe her. Modern day models should feel ashamed in front of her.

I smile and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, thinking how much has changed ever since I met her. How much I've changed ever since I met her.

I roam my eyes over her face again, cupping her cheek softly and running my thumb over it. The feel of her hands on my skin comes to my mind and I smile again.

The least I can do to thank her is get her some breakfast.

I slowly push the bedsheets off of me and slide off the bed, careful not to wake Sana up, and make my way to the kitchen. There, I slip on an apron and start cooking, one of the little things my father taught me how to do other than kill people.

When I'm done, I remove the apron, place the plates with the pancakes on a tray, and make my way back to my room. With my foot, I push open the door and find Sana still lying down, now awake and yawning and a blanket covering her shoulders.

“Morning,” I greet her with a small smile. She hums sleepily, something that just makes her even more adorable. She looks at the tray of food as I walk further into the room.

“Is that for me?” she asks with a nod of her head towards the food. I shrug.

“What makes you think it's for you?”

She points at my face. “You're flushed.”

I chuckle. “No I'm not.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” she scoffs and sits up against the headboard. I shake my head as I put the tray down in front of her. She eyes the food and I notice her hand clutching the blanket tighter around her shoulders.

“Are you cold?”

She scoffs. “No.”

With a smirk, a raise my hand, fingers trailing over her own, curled around the blanket. “Then what is this?”

Her breath hitches as my fingers graze over her knuckles, wrap gently around her wrist. “It's a blanket.”

My laugh is quiet. “I can see that smartass.”

A small smile creeps up her lips as her eyes land on my fingers, now running up her arm. “Are you going to let me eat or not?”

I smile again, my fingers catching a piece of her hair and twirling it. I shake my head lightly. “Eat. I'll drive you to school.”