Argyl

Yet So Similar.

ARGYL'S POV.

Everything in my life was going so good that I started fearing it.

Past month of my life was like a dream. Everything happened in it was like a dream.

I have never been so happy in my whole life. I had gotten family.

Everyone here in the Wing was like my family. The Wing started feeling like a home I never really had.

I sat in the room fidgeting with my knife waiting for him to come.

I was getting used to his presence. His touches and kisses. The gentle holds and the soft look in his eyes. Everything was addictive.

The feeling I get whenever he touches me could not be put into words.

He had became an important part of my life.

I broke out of my trance when I heard the water turn off and in few moments he entered the room closing the bathroom door behind him.

I casted my eyes down after realising he wasn't wearing a t-shirt.

"My clothes look nice on you." I heard his husked voice near my ear, shivers running down my spine.

I looked at him to see his blue eyes looking at me amusingly.

I bite down on my lower lip spinning the knife fast to hide my nervousness.

I saw him smirking as he pulled back walking to the other side of the bed.

I kept looking at very thing which wasn't him but my whole attention was towards his every move.

He lied down on the bed and his hand gripped mine squeezing it gently to grab my attention.

I looked at him lying on the bed with his on hand under his head and other gripping mine. His eyes twinkled under the light and his hair sticked in all the directions. His tattoos on display making him look way more hotter and handsome than he already was.

He again tugged my hand pulling me over him.

I let out a squeal as I fell on the bed beside him, my head on his chest.

He got the hold of the knife from my hand placing it aside and switched off the lights before pulling me closer to him.

I rested my hand on his chest as I listened to his calm heartbeats.

"You were saying something before Will called me." He said silently running his hand through my hair.

I looked up at him to find his blue eyes set on my.

"Yeah." I said, "I was thinking about us."

"What about us?" He asked his fingers played with a strand of my hair.

"Everything. Doesn't it feel strange to you?" I asked.

I saw him nod.

"It does. I didn't think I would end up accepting this." He admitted truthfully.

"Me neither." I smiled, "We are so different ." I said.

He looked at me confused.

"I am impatient, you are filled with patience. I am aggressive, you are calm as ice." I said thinking about the different thing about us.

"You are impulsive, I am not." He added.

I nodded looking at him.

"Yet we are so similar." I said moving my hand unknowingly on his chest tracing the tattoos.