Life Like Rocks

Chapter 5

It was around midnight when I finally felt exhausted enough to fall asleep. I stand for a moment before I begin stretching a bit. I glanced at Ezekiel twice, his eyes half lidded and clouded with sleep. I walk over to the bed he was sitting on, then I pick up my bag and sit it in the floor.

"Huh," he mumbled softly as I took his boots off for him.

"Get some sleep. You take the bed you're sitting on and I'll take the other one," I say, fixing the covers on my bed before crawling in it.

"You sure you want to share a room with a stranger," Ezekiel yawned, taking his vest off and laying it on the floor.

"Just as long as you stay in your bed and don't come near mine, then yes, I'm comfortable with it," I hum softly.

I watch him pull the covers back on his bed, then he laid on his right side. Ezekiel smiled at me, his sleepy expression making him look adorable.  I laid on my left, facing him. He began to softly hum in Spanish as my head hit my pillow.

I closed my eyes and smiled softly as the combination of Ezekiel's humming and the warmth of the bed beneath me soothed me. Soon two distinctive snores began to fill the room.

Mine was soft and sweet while his was loud. Yet despite the snoring it felt peaceful and a little bit scary.  I curled up in a ball, my mind drifting to the day I found out Jax had died.

My hands began shaking gently under the covers, then my shoulders began shaking too. Soft tears slid down my cheeks as I curled into a tighter ball, putting my head under my pillow. I soon bolted up into a sitting position, softly gasping for air when I had thought I'd go into a panic attack.

I rubbed my arms as the blanket laid across my legs. I then shook my head and laid back down, knowing there was only one thing to do; lay awake with regret for things I hadn't said to Jax. I wipe my eyes and put my left arm under my pillow, softly sighing as I began to force myself to stay awake.

"You need to sleep," Ezekiel suddenly murmured in his sleep, "You can't ride tomorrow if you're too exhausted.".

"How'd ya know I wasn't asleep," I softly ask, voice a little broken.

"You're upset. You toss and turn a bit, then you sit up and sigh," he muttered softly, slowly opening his eyes, "What's wrong?".

I carefully sit up and swing my legs over the bed, my head hung, "Just thinking about something's I didn't say to Jax. I didn't tell him I loved him as often as I liked to.".

I watch Ezekiel sit up, then he stretched before he spoke, "Don't kick yourself over that. You couldn't have know you wouldn't say it a lot. What would Jax do if you hadn't said 'I love you' to him all day?".

I felt my heart ache, but it felt good to talk about Jax. I wiped my eyes again and softly say, "He'd hug me from behind, face in my hair. He'd ask me if he'd done anything wrong. I'd tell him he hadn't and that I was just not in a good mood because of myself. He'd then sweep me off my feet and carry me to the living room where we'd watch Disney movies with Abel and Thomas.".

I felt a fresh round of tears fall as I thought about those happy times. I put my head in my hands as my lower lip quivered slightly, but I didn't make a noise. I looked up a little when Ezekiel padded over to my bed and crouched, hugging me.

I carefully got off my bed and wrapped my arms around him as he softly hummed. I then felt him lay on his back, prompting me to protest, but I didn't. I just simply laid my head against his chest, not even questioning his efforts to comfort me.

Did I just easily fall for a Mayan MC member?