Secret Rejection

Deceived

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Waking up alone was the worst thing possible. Unless, of course, you went to sleep alone in the first place.

The minute my mind entered reality and I was partially aware of the world around me, my entire body locked up. Intentionally squeezing my eyelids tightly, I simply refused to open them. I could already tell last night wasn't a feverish, delightful dream. It was my deceptive reality.

The soft fabric of the bedsheets sat ontop of my naked body. I could feel it falling into the slopes of my chest, waist, and legs. It was a refreshing sensation and probably the reason why many people tended to sleep naked. My heart was beating erratically and the minute I opened my eyes would be the moment of truth.

Was Nate still here?

Just open your damn eyes already! My own mind was screaming in dreadfully excited anticipation.

I truthfully was not looking forward to opening my eyes. What if I didn't like what I saw? There was no going back.

I patiently waited for the evil voice in my head to speak it's opinion, maybe even shed a little light. I was expecting something along the lines of: Nobody likes what they see when they look at you. You're disgusting in every aspect.

And then being the gullible person that I was, I would listen with my ears wide open.

But I didn't hear anything.

Something wasn't right. I should have been ecstatic; there was no longer a person's voice in my head! Or maybe they were still there, but merely keeping quiet...

My eyes opened a slit without my realization and I held my breath. Now or never. My eyelids fluttered apart and took note of the dull yet equally messy room that belonged to my mate. I soundlessly turned my head to the left.

I let out my breath, practically gaping in shock.

He had stayed.

My mate was still beside me after a night of the most amazing, spectacular, fantastic sex ever.

I must have tugged the sheets to my side while I slept because they rested dangerously low on his hips and I couldn't tear my eyes away. One of his arms was stretched out above him while the other lay at his side. He appeared so fair haired and hot, I immediately wanted a repeat of last night.

I subtly inched closer for a better view and I couldn't help but also notice how exhausted he looked. That nasty bruise was still on his ribs, large and a deep blue. Worry blossomed in me because it should have healed by now. There were dark bags under his eyes, too.

"What have you done to yourself?" I softly whispered as I reached up to push a stray curl away from his face.

He didn't even twitch, which was something else to be suspicious of. From what I'd learned, Nate was the type to always be aware, even in his sleep. At the slightest touch, he would have jolted awake. But he remained in his subconsious state, lost in a far away dreamland.

My hands loomed over his bruise and withought thinking, I ran my fingertips over it.

A ferocious, animalistic cry hit my ears and my heart stilled. Nate was a sleeping corpse and the violent sound had come from somewhere within the house. Tossing the sheets to the side, I stood up and grabbed the first pair of shorts on the ground. Nate's duffel bag laid on the floor, its contents spilling free. I snatched a shirt from ontop of the messy pile and pullled it over my head. The fabric was cool against my heated skin.