Lovers Contract

Part 1 Act 4

Sade's POV

When I woke up, I was shocked...no, terrified to find him sleeping besides me. His arms was wrapped firmly around me, so gentle and kind. He grunted quietly, moving closer to me. My face was planted over his chest. My arms laid peacefully across before me, while his arms secured me. It was warm, really warm.

It was weird. The warmth of another person, another human being. The feeling of heat that's not yours. An overwhelming intimacy if you haven't been with a person in a while.

His dark hair was ruffled, his features relaxed. Even in his sleep he oozes with charisma. Lawrence was topless, appearing nude, if not for the white sheets. Was he naked? I slowly lifted up my knee, unraveling the blanket carefully. He moved closer, stopping my movements. His lips grazed the nape of my neck. My sensitivity rising.

One can guess my unfamiliarity to such contact. Add the having no 'friends' factor. People around me had always been the ones I was able to use efficiently. Though I'm not selfish, I always find the most beneficial outcome for both parties. Although, Rey is an exception.

Lawrence sighed heavily. Yet another weird thing, the sound of someone breathing. The sound of labored breathing is the worst. Not that he was, but still. Slowly, his breathing eased.

Then, he moaned. I temporarily froze before I began to stir, struggling to get out of his death hug. I wanted to punch him. I don't want to be in the same bed with someone who may be having a 'wet' dream. "Sade..." He whispered.

Oh god!! How can he say my name like that!!!

I started to panic. Where am I anyways? I looked around. How can he just drag me in his room?! I squirmed and kicked, but the cruel fact hit me. I already knew it, but it truly hit me. We are married. Meaning sharing a room, sharing a bed, sharing things are normal. But well...marriage is a bit...

I couldn't take it. I punched him. He opened his eyes, half awake. They stared into my green orbs. "Good...morning..." His voice flooded my ears, like melted ice under the warmth of spring. My heart skipped.

His arms loosened and I took the chance to push his arms away and sit up. "Sadden...?" He asked confused. There was an unidentified emotion lingering in his eyes, causing the thought of escape to simply disappear. I clenched my fist and smiled. I'm such a two faced demon. He crunched his eyebrows together, pulling my arm, pulling me closer.

He was really charming, even in the mornings. Makes me bitter for being normal and having a puffy face when I wake up.

"I'm so happy I'm not dreaming. This is real, right?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow. What happened to that cheeky bastard I met yesterday? Was it just a front? A smile spread across my face at that wonderful thought. I would've almost laughed if he wasn't squeezing the breath out of me!! "Lawrence...can't breath.....dying...." I panted. His eyes snapped open. A small blush tainted his cheeks. Oh no!! This is too good to be true! How cute...

"How was your sleep?" He asked nervously. Oh god, his reactions!! He's like a fucking girl on her first day of marriage. What the hell? I can't help myself. So what if he is a guy? Where did that cool, charming, and confident business man went to. He's certainly not with us at the moment.

I nodded. "It was okay, I suppose. Don't remember coming here though." I took the opportunity to observe the room. It was big, spacious, modern, and chic. The bed was emperor size, having soft blankets. It was a comfortable lifestyle. All in all, it had a simple design. There was a window seat, a coffee table, few couches around it, shelves and shelves of books, a big screen TV, and hardwood floors.

"You fell asleep during the drive home. I carried you up here to our room." The small smile on my face fell. He said, our. Meaning I will be sleeping here with him. Ugh, I knew it. "This is your room?" I asked. He nodded, smiling cheerfully at me. "But it's our room now. Does it not please you? We can change location if you want." Shit. For a split second my ill natured face appeared. I scowled at him irritatedly and clicked my tongue.