The Wicked Luna

Eleven

Sunlight streams through my large window kissing my skin.

I shift my position and burry my nose into the pillow. Just 5 more minutes I beg to the universe.

Apparently the world is not a wish granting factory as I find myself not being able to sleep. Irritated my eyes flutter open and I'm about to yell every curse under the sun when I see him. His eyes are shut but his facial expression practically makes my heart melt.

I see his hand slightly twitch and I'm about to reach out and grab it when I stop myself. Cayson wasn't mine to have. Instead I sit up sleepily, watching the only person who I truely wanted to protect sleep. My hands ache to reach over and run through his wavy locks. Something inside me was physically pulling myself over to him. Maybe if I just snuggled up and pretend it happened in sleep.....

No! Stop!

In frustration I burry my hands in my face sighing. Why was this so hard? Why couldn't I just be normal and except this stupid mate bond? It seemed like I couldn't except it although. Fear of someone ending up dead suppressed me from taking a step forward. 

My hands are still buried in my face when I feel a hand gently clasp around my wrist. Warily the hand lowers mine and my heart beats a little faster as I see him. Awake. In my bed. My eyes slightly widen and a lazy smile crawls onto his face.

"You shouldn't hide your eyes" he says lowly sleep still filled in his tone " your eyes are beautiful."

I smile shyly averting my eyes to the black sheets we were both draped in.The sun continues to pour in and Caysons hand still rests in mine. I didn't dare move it away yet. For this moment I would allow this bond. For this moment I would allow Cayson in.

I snap my eyes up to his suddenly feeling like my breathing has stopped. He was looking at me so intensely that I find it arduous to breathe. Like the pictures my father created I drink the site of him in. Desperate to see those bottle green eyes. Desperate to see the crook in his nose and freckle that was near his upper lip. We continue to gape at each other, both of us just quietly observing each other's features. It takes me a while to reel myself back into reality scowling at myself for being so damn selfish.

"It's going to be a long day" I say delicately. My tone gentle.
"Are you worried about that?" He asks and I avert my eyes to the ceiling.
"Yes."

I shift my position to lie on my back and steel my hand back. A bare feeling spreading through my now alone hand. Cayson grumbles and places his hand back in mine.

"Then tell me what you like to do. I'll do it with you."
"You have things to do" I sigh " I don't want to hold you up."
"Actually I'm assigned your wellbeing" he says squeezing my hand momentarily.
"So you are babysitting" I say in wonder my jaw ticking.
"No- yes- no I'm just looking after you."
"Which is babysitting."
"No it's not it's making sure you don't die..."
"That's what you do when you babysit."
"Look" he says tiredly "we can argue about whether or not I am babysitting or you can tell me where you would like to go today."

I slightly turn my head to look at him. His eyes were also fixed on the ceiling. Something in me wanted to reach out and stroke his cheek. I bite my tongue at the thought.

"I want you to take me to the pack falls."

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Slowly and stiffly I take off my hiking boots and throw them behind me. I place my foot in the water sighing as the cool temperature envelopes my skin. Cayson sits behind me wrinkling his nose as I step further into the water.