Dimensions

Isaac

"You can reside here for the night while we wait for the leaders."

James leads her further into the gray room and entered another door. His black hair blending in with the shadows, but his body outline still visible.

Cassandra was still flushed over what happened moments ago.

He loves me...loves me. James, who's muscles show power, his face that shows tender, care, and love.

James, why don't you open up?

As we walk farther into the room, She spots a couple of picture frames. All of them blank, no pictures, just glass, the edge of a bed frame, black wood, and an gray comforter.

"If this is heaven, why is everything Black and Gray? Shouldn't it be white?"

"We're not in heaven, were in Sanctum, and just because in those movies everything is white, doesn't mean that it's true. You'd be surprised as to what's true and not..." He draws out the word not as if he's experienced it.

The full bed in view and a couch by the lit fireplace.

"Alright, well, it's late and you look tired. Get some rest."

James ushers her to the bed, but Cassandra isn't someone who likes to be manhandled.

"No, I'm fine, I'm not tired, I'm frustrated."

"Frustrated?" His eyebrows raise.

She sits down on the plush bed and drags him down with her. His green eyes concentrating on her with a hidden emotion.

"James, why won't you tell me more about us?"

His jaw clenched and she saw the strain in his eyes.

"Cassandra, It wouldn't be fair."

"No, this isn't fair!"

Her motions tragically placed, and the anger rolling off her.

"I don't know what else you want from me!" James frustration finally let loose.

"I JUST WANT US! I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT US!"

"NO!!"

"James, please."

She reaches over to his supporting hand and grabs ahold of it. Watching as he looks down at there connected skin.

"Why must you do this to me?" James's voice sounding broken inside.

"Please, Please..."

Cassandra moves closer to him and strangely, he doesn't move back.

"Please?" He questions softly into her face.

She's chest to chest with him, and she can feel his thrumming heart, so steady while hers races.

Am I really doing this?

James can feel his adrenaline kick in and the yearning to touch her again was burning inside him. To stroke her cheek, to run his thumb over her bottom lip, and to just steal one more kiss.

"Please, James."

Her hands rising on his chest, trying to tie him to her, and trying to make him hers. Like a snap of fingers, James gets up off the bed abruptly, knowing that Cassandra found out exactly how much he wanted her.

"THIS IS INSANE!" He states as his hands grip ahold of the bottom bed frame.

Hoping that it keeps him from running to her and making her his.

"James, you have to let go, just give in—"

"AND what? Give into the darkness? Give in to sin? Give in to Gabriel? Satan?"