DESOLATION

24

INEZ

I am feeling warmth. And softness. Hmm. This is so comfortable. I am not cold anymore. Feeling this warmth after so many days feels like a blessing. I never want to open my eyes now because I want to stay like this forever. I pull the blanket closer to myself and cover myself up to my nose. If it's a dream, then I never want to wake up.

The warmth is soothing my insides and muscles. It is making me feel in bliss. Am I in heaven? Am I finally dead? I try to move my hands and toes. No, I am not dead. I peek through my eyes and notice a yellowish dark hue covering the walls. Did the power come back? But why is it warm? It should have been cold because I did not have any wood, and even if I had it, I did not wake up to light it.

Then this means... Everything rushed back into my mind at the same time, and I remember what I did before falling asleep or maybe becoming unconscious. I called Lorcan and told him that I want to be back. Realization hit me, and I quickly sat up in bed. My eyes scanned the whole room, and it did not take long for them to find the particular person who was the sole reason for my misery and destruction.

He is sitting on a chair with his one ankle resting casually on the other knee, oozing confidence. His one arm is resting on the armrest while his other holds a cigarette. He is dressed in casual jeans with a white T-shirt under his coat, which is hugging his chest like a second skin. He is looking handsome, yet the most dangerous at the same time. My biggest fear is right here.

His eyes land on me, and a smirk appears on his face.

"Took you too long to wake up," Lorcan said with a devilish smile on his face. He knows he has won, and now he is mocking me at the defeat. He stands up and crushes the cigarette under his feet. Then he starts taking steps in my direction. My hands turned cold, and my heart started beating wildly. The fear, the terrifying fear which I always used to feel around him, returns, and I grip the blanket tightly in my fist.

Is he going to hurt me? Is he going to punish me? My eyes lowered down on their own when he stopped near me. His fear is gripping my heart and is making it hard for me to breathe. I don't know how to describe it, the constricting feeling in my chest and the goosebumps all over me.

He moves his hand closer to my hand. I closed my eyes. His warm hand landed on my cheek, and he lightly caressed it.

"You don't have a fever anymore. The doctor said it was nothing to worry about and it's normal considering the harsh weather." He said.

I did not open my eyes and let him do what he wanted. When I felt him removing his hand, I opened my eyes and looked up at him with his beautiful yet most horrifying eyes, which hold God knows how many secrets. In his gaze, I try to find something, anything that could tell me about his intention.

"When did you come?"

"I reached her around three in the morning. Because of the weather conditions, it took too long. When I came inside, I saw what you did and found you on the floor. Why did you do this to yourself, Inez?"

I look at him with disbelief. I did this with myself. I want to scream at him, shout at him. He did this with me. I control my thoughts. This is not the right moment. I should not anger him.

He sat down on the bed facing me and continued to look at me with his deep gaze. He put his hand on the side of my cheek. "You don't know how much I missed you."

With this said, he placed his one hand on my hand, fisting the blanket, and the other behind my head, and pulled me closer. His lips landed on mine, and I felt a million things. His possessiveness, his dominance, and more than anything, his obsession with me. I poured all my emotions into it, and tears started running down my face.