His World

Chapter 16

Hey peoples so basically I was looking at the demographic thingy and I kind of wanna know where you guys are from? State? Country? I'm honestly curious on where you guys reside (not creepy at all lmao) ❤❤

Laylie

Tranquility. The smell of clean sheets. The cloud-like bed. And warm thick comforters. The small thin rays of sunshine seep through the windows past the lavender curtains. Freshly picked flowers lay on the dresser next to what seems to be a wooden box. The blush rose walls brighten the room, and the scatter of family portraits accompany the walls. Letting out a sigh of easiness, I slowly turn in bed and soon realize I am alone.

My surroundings, however, seem to have me in a faze. Almost like nothing in the past few days has occurred. I feel, at peace. I sit on the edge of the bed stretching. My toes curl into the white soft rug and I stand up. On top of the bureau is an oval mirror. My reflection stuns me. It's not the usual look of exhaustion or fear, but rather a person glowing with rest, one that has nothing to fear. I push the strands of loose hair behind my ear.

Walking to the door I grab the doorknob but then realize my current attire. A t-shirt. Just a t-shirt. Oh and underwear. Looking around I spot my bag in the corner along with a black duffle bag, must be Asher's. Rummaging through my bag I find my old baggy grey sweats and slip them right on. I stare at Asher's black bag, and curiosity gets the best of me. Kneeling down slowly I unzip it. I gulped down at what is staring at me, a pile of guns. Weapons of death. I let out a large breath of air and quickly zip up the bag. Combing my fingers through my hair, I head to the door. It was to be expected, but still unexpected.

Swinging the door open, the immediate scent of bacon flows in the air. My mouth begins to water, and the sound of my stomach ruptures. The hallway is short but is full of family portraits. A woman with graying hair, a man in army attire poses with his weapon. Family gatherings, birthdays, weddings, barbecues, and school achievements. All the things I've dreamt out of.

At the end of the hall, the shining of the morning sun cascades through the windows. It's enchanting and draws me closer to the end. I can hear the sizzling bacon and the brewing of coffee I assume. Walking into the kitchen I spot a small petite elderly lady with her back to me cooking on the stove. Huh? I suddenly feel a presence and then a hand wrapping around my waist. I look up to my side and see his piercing bright green eyes staring down at me. He flashes a small subtle smile and pecks the top my head. Walking away he sits down at the island table.

Now, this is most certainly and evidently still a dream.

I stand there for a while. Taking in what is presented in front of me.

"You alright?" Asher's voice breaks me from my faze, and soon I am back to reality.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good," I say still standing in the same spot.

"Okay then, come sit" he gestures to the chair next to him. I move my feet and find my way to the chair.

I stare at my side to Asher. He is wearing a white t-shirt that hugs every outline of his toned body. And black skinny jeans with heavy black boots. My gaze is selfishly glued to him. He chews on a piece of toast as he leans against the marble countertop. They way his perfectly defined jaw clenches at every bit. It reminds me of last night, the way his jaw clenched out every movement. The memory causes my face to heat up.

"You know," he places the piece of toast down on the plate, "some people may find it rude if you stare," he rests one arm on the back of his chair, "but me, I want to be the only one you do stare at in such a lustful way," he says lowly and places a hand on my knee. My breathing hitches and I soon look down at my lap that is until Asher grasp my chin bringing my head back up to meet his eyes. He stares around my face and down to my lips that are now parted.