Her, Saving Grace

23

Catherine

"Remind me again on how the two of you ended up with this sleeping arrangement?" I turned to Benjie as he and Damon transferred my mattress to the ogre's room.

"He broke my door." Holding my pillows and blanket, I've been trying to catch Damon's eye but he seems to find it difficult to make eye contact with me.

"Why'd he break your door?" Benjie was wiping his brow as he got up from where he was crouching. Couldn't blame him. My mattress' huge.

I can stay still for hours during daylight but I can't even wake up on the same position when I close my eyes at night. I needed all the space I could get. Damon may be a reaper but he's not superman. I was told that I talk in my sleep. My dear mom caught me reciting a report for science class with my eyes closed. I may have studied too much.

This isn't going to work.

I might snore. He might snore. One of us isn't going to get any sleep tonight.

"Because of her jeans." I blushed as Damon finally looked at me. He hasn't spoken a word since I saw Benjie in our kitchen. He knows he's in trouble.

Don't go blaming me on how I didn't even realize that he opened my eye. I hurt my head pretty bad and the image of him naked as the day he was born wasn't helping me clear my mind. It remains a mystery on how my mother trusted him when she was the one who taught me not to just throw myself to just any man. And she saw him in all his glory.

Maybe the big guy has a script already laid down for this. Like some awful rom-com for the saints.

"So he broke your door...because of your jeans?" I nodded slowly as Benjie looked at Damon. The ogre grabbed the pillows from my arms, grumpily placing them on his bed and threw his pillows on my mattress. He looked at me, challenging me to question his actions but I kept my mouth shut. No need to argue with Benjie still around.

Two logical adults Catherine. Two logical-who am I kidding.

"Well I'm going. Was just supposed to say hi but Damon here wanted a little help with this monster of a mattress. You and your ex-boyfriend were really at it eh?" He chuckled just as Damon threw a pillow at his direction. Pointing his finger towards the door,Benjie laughed, his arms raised in surrender and walked out of Damon's room. "Kids."

I picked up the pillow he just threw and walked out of his room. Benjie was just about to walk out when I called him. "Thank you. He shouldn't have called you. I could've helped him on lifting the mattress." He smiled, scratching his ear." He didn't call me. Just thought it'd be nice to walk around. Admire the trees."

"Oh...well thank you still." He nodded and bid me goodbye, humming a tune so familiar that I stood at the door until his balding head disappeared from the stairs.

Odd. I swear it was the same song as...

"Bonbon?" I hugged the pillow as I turned to see Damon, his hands in his pockets.

"Don't you bonbon me." I am not a piece of chocolate. I refuse to be anyone's piece of chocolate.

"I didn't mean to kiss you." I looked up to see him as his eyes widened,his head shaking slightly." Not like that. I didn't mean it that way. I mean I meant it-but not that way. I didn't know-fuck." He slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand just as a rumble of thunder resounded from outside. I jumped a little, flustered on how it could possibly rain on a starry night.

I just can't help but smile as he ran his fingers through his hair, sighing in defeat. The rational part of me was saying that it's okay. It was after,  just a kiss on the forehead. But the Catherine part of me was screaming on my face on how can I be so stupid to let him do that then sipping a cup of chamomile tea afterwards.