Donovan

1. Prologue

       I stared at him as he slept. His jet black locks fell over his temple and the muscles in his jaw were relaxed. The dim lighting couldn't even make the sharpness there any less noticeable either.

Oh my.

     You would expect that from everyone, there was an imperfection or flaw on them, but he had no such thing. My fingers ached to trace and feel his lips, fuller on the bottom but as I trailed up his gorgeous face with my eyes, I suddenly found a pair of darker ones staring back at me. For a split few seconds, I just stared blankly at his god-like face until I realized something. He was awake.

Well fuck.

   My eyes widened all of a sudden out of panic and I ended up falling off of the couch, hitting the floor with my chest first, which made me let out a grunt too manly for a girl. Damn it. He made me roll my eyes at him when I heard him chuckle deeply above me.

  Ugh.

    Right now, all I wanted to do was bury my face in the blankets that were laying above the couch. My eyes caught his again as he stared down at me with a smile. His messy dark hair was just so perfect. He was.

"Donovan, you scared the crap out of me," I told at him as my cheeks flushed a little. For every time I had blushed, I was reminded of the fact that I hated the effect he had on me and how easily noticeable it was.

     Carefully, I got onto my knees and stayed on the floor as I glanced up to see him still staring. One side of his mouth was quirked up as he crossed his muscular arms over his chest.

"That's what you get for ogling at my face, Emery. I know I'm gorgeous but come on, no need to feel competitive now on who's hotter." I threw a pillow at his face and laughed when he dodged it well.

     As I sat back on the couch beside him, I could feel my heart speed up involuntarily. Stop that. I could keep telling myself that but even I was starting to not believe my own thoughts.

     My eyes trailed back to Donovan as he tugged out of his sweatshirt, leaving him in a white tee that hugged his muscles. Sometimes I even questioned why he was even friends with me. I mean, he was Adonis level handsome and I looked like I chose to look homeless everyday. What can I say? I can't help it.

"It's almost midnight, Emery," he said all of a sudden. I glanced at my phone and saw that it was a quarter to midnight. It was my fault for wanting to watch another cliche zombie movie. Blood, guts and a whole lot of jump scares. Looking up to him, I smiled lightly before letting out a long yawn.

"Why are you awake?" I inquired when I got back on the couch and leaned against him, his arm above my shoulder. This was our usual sitting position since we were so comfortable with each other. It may have seemed intimate for others but this was just us. He scooted over and tilted to the side more so I could lean against his chest.

"I could ask you the same thing," he added before turning on the tv. My laptop was connected to it, so my soft music playlist played on and sounded the quiet air with the blissful tune.

"I couldn't sleep. Bad dream." My voice was softer and quieter than I wanted it to be but I shrugged it off. I felt his arm tightening around me and a smile crept onto my face, spreading slowly.

     Donovan knew how to make me feel secured in his arms even. He was like my asylum. I could feel safe but go crazy and he will still be there to help me. He was also the only one who knew about my nightmares. And he knew how horrible my mother was and the things she put my sister Sarah and I through. He just didn't know the whole story. I couldn't let him look at me any different.