The time is 3 am and I can still not sleep. It has been two hours since Max left me alone with Kyle in the room. It was extremely awkward from my point of view, while for him it only looked like he was having the best damn day of his life.
It took a while, but finally after an hour, things settled down. Kyle sat down in his chair by the bed, making sure it is close to me. I couldn't help but smile by the nice gesture.
He was absolutely convinced that I would try and leave the room when he fell asleep so he had to be close so he could hear me move. Of course that isn't the real reason, since I know he could hear me move from the other side of the room, it is just how his reflexes work.
Right now I am watching as he breathes in long and slow breaths, his eyes closed and his head leaning on his fist. If I just moved his elbow a little from the armchair, he would face plant right down.
I chuckle by the funny image I see in my mind, but immediately stop when I see Kyle move. He can hear everything, damn him.
He has been asleep for thirty minutes or so now, and I haven't been able to take my eyes off him. His face is just so adorable in his sleep.
It is so peaceful and the smirk, nor frown is placed there. It is simply plain, with his lips a little parted and his long dark lashes resting downwards. Even his hair seems calmer now. The way it just falls down, covering his forehead messily.
How the bloody hell am I supposed to stay away from him when he is making my hormones go crazier than a teenage girl getting her first kiss? I have been so hell-bent on keeping my feelings in check, that I didn't notice how strong they really were. Now they are taking over my brain and I cannot have that in this situation.
But what about when the situation is over?
I sigh and finally manage to drag my gaze away from his sleeping form and instead look down at my slightly pale hands. My hair falls down on the side of my face, the curls annoying my skin as it itches down in my neck.
I should really ask for something to put my hair up in, because I cannot handle to have it down for long periods.
As I fall into thoughts, they immediately switch over to what happened in the house. The sedative that I got a few hours ago are long gone now, and aren't keeping me away from the horrid images I saw.
You would think I got used to the thought of dead bodies from all the movies and tv-shows I've seen through my life. Also from what happened a few nights ago with the man that Kyle killed, but trust me, I'm not used to it at all. It scares the living soul out of me, but with everything that has been going on I never really had the chance to think it over ... until now.
I close my eyes and a picture of the person that hit our car come flying by. The blood that splattered against the front, spilling on the windows too.
If Kyle can to that without even blinking an eye, I don't even want to think about what the bad guys are capable of.
I wonder what my life would have been like if I never met Kyle in those woods. Would I be at my parents' house, lying in my bed, asleep and unaware of the dangers in the world.
To be honest, I actually want that, but then I wouldn't have been able to be with Kyle. What if I never even left Boston? What if...?
The most annoying question in every person's head; "what if?" No matter how much you tell yourself that you shouldn't be thinking about it, it still pops up every time you are taking a decision. Wondering if you had taken the other way, maybe life would have been better than it is now, but you still wonder if the better is for the best.
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Dangerous Attractions
Romance"You can't change my mind," I say through gritted teeth, trying to keep in another moan. "I don't have to." He brings his head away from my neck, his eyes meeting my own. They are dark and his smirk still on his face, only becoming deeper and deepe...
