Ch.7
I sat bewildered on the edge of my bed, looking at the wall. A few seconds later he came into my room. Shock on his face. “Jasmine, I am sorry that I made you hate me, but maybe we can turn things around. Do you trust me?” he asked. I nodded. This was so fast, it’s not right, but I didn’t care, the fluttering in my stomach began in my heart too.
“Let me try something first.” He said and sat next to me. He leaned close to me. I didn’t flinch or move, I stayed still, I had had that dream about kissing him and how weird it felt. I wanted to see how it really felt. He leaned his face to mine and pressed his lips against mine, softly.
It was like my senses exploded, this was like nothing I had ever dreamed a kiss would be like. It was intense, my face flushed with color, and I felt his hand cradle my neck. I lifted my hand to his face.
A few moments later, our lips separated and we stared into each other’s eyes. His had the faint blue glow, barely visible. Like a small spark behind that sea of blue. He laid his hand on mine and I smiled. I actually smiled. He smiled even wider than me. “You’re smiling.” he said. He looked in the mirror and looked back at me. “So far so good.” He laughed and left the room. I was still smiling, I felt so glad at that moment. I had felt all of the emotion he had been hiding from me in that one second. He never was going to hurt me.
A few hours later I heard a knock at the door, I went into the living room and saw Mike signing papers while a box sat by his feet. “Your entertainment has arrived.” Mike said in a loud, funny voice. He turned around and he looked about twenty. He winked at me as the delivery guy left. He walked over to me and looked seventeen by the time he got to me. “Gotta be careful around the delivery guy.” He said and handed me the box.
I went to my room and took the contents out and decided I would watch Nick Carter first. It was about his 2012 tour he had earlier this year. The whole time I watched it, I saw Mike, with blond hair, in his thirties singing Nick Carter songs. I couldn’t get my mind off him. When Nick was singing his last song “Burning Up” Mike walked in.
“I see you just couldn’t help but watch the wannabe me.” He teased. He sat down next to me and I actually felt very comfortable. I was actually more comfortable because he was there.
After that went off, Mike put in a Deamau5 DVD, the colors mesmerized me until I finally fell asleep on his chest.
I had the same nightmare about him being a dragon. As I screamed and woke up he was stroking my head. “The same nightmare? Or a different one?” he asked.
“Same one.” I said out of breath. It’s amazing how close I have gotten to him. My head wasn’t able to comprehend it. I laid there for a few minutes with him stroking my hair before I fell asleep. This time I dreamed of the blue color of his eyes, a glowing blue. It calmed me. I woke up before dawn and saw Mike sitting on the edge of my bed, his face in his hands.
“Mike, what’s wrong?” I asked and put my hand on his back. He moaned in pain. “Your back?” I asked. A realization hit me then and I jumped into the corner of the bed. Hugging the wall like before. “Please don’t kill me.” I said in a shaky voice.
Mike looked over his shoulder. “Why would I kill you? I love you.” He moaned again. “Besides, I couldn’t kill you unless I had something to kill you with, I couldn’t kill you like this. I wouldn’t.” he groaned. I saw his shoulders start to move. I crawled over to him and put my hand in between his shoulder blades. I could feel his whole body shaking, but it was only his back that was changing. All of a sudden he stood up and muffled a scream as two huge wings ripped his shirt apart and he grabbed me and we bolted upward, breaking through the roof and were spiraling upward, slowing a few seconds later.
Mike’s eyes were full of pain. “I almost crushed you with my wings, I… I should have told you yesterday that I am a Grimm and I have wings…” he trailed off and I felt us moving up again. His wings were flapping loudly as we went up a few hundred feet. His wingspan was about twelve feet I guess. They could have easily crushed me at the speed they exploded from him.
He hugged me close to him and he started to fly over the city, toward the river that ran through the small wooded area on the outskirts of town. He laid down and sprawled his wings out, stretching them. “Arggh.” He relaxed. “Ever since you’ve been here, I’ve been hiding them. I couldn’t take it anymore, If I hadn’t of grabbed you, you would have probably had a broken arm and a broken rib or two. They are very powerful, even though they look harmless. I’m so sorry…”
