Perfect. [Completed]

Chapter 62. Getting Better

Xara's POV.

"As long as you're here, I'm alright."

My heart lept at those words, my lungs refused to consume any more oxygen and my hand twitched in that plaid mitten Romeo was holding it in. I had no idea why those words meant so much to me - after all, they were coming from the man I was bound to, no, I did hate more than anything. They were supposed to make my blood boil in rage, not bring this feeling that I actually adored! They were supposed to make me want to rip his eyes out, not embrace him in a hug! Something was seriously wrong with me, and I didn't even know if I wanted to deal with it at all.

"If that's the case, you'll never be not alright again." A smirk made its way onto my face, my eyebrows rising. "Because I'm intending on being beside you at all times."

And that was the truth I didn't realise to be true before actually saying it out loud. Yes, actually, now that I thought about it, leaving the guy alone was not something I had in mind. It would make him feel so sad, so lonely, and after everything he had been through it would be unnecessarily cruel. Besides, he didn't hate me, soo.... Why would we need to separate?

"Oh, really now?" He cocked his head rather playfully and narrowed those beautiful eyes that I seriously couldn't look enough at. "Even during nights?"

"Well." I smirked back, raising my chin to show him who was in charge here. Though we both loved to feel power, I was still superior and he was supposed to know that. Which he did, judging by the way he sighed and put his head on his folded hands, one of his fingers stroking my palm through the red plaid. "If it's raining again, or if a monster breaks in, then sure. Otherwise, I don't see the need for that."

The redhead rolled his eyes in a rather bratty way, and I beamed when I saw a smile appear on his face. Just how cute and brave he was now, not scared that I would hurt him! Even though now it happened a lot, it still brought immense pleasure to my heart.

Cutie. Adorable. Lovely. Handsome. Awesome. Amazing. Charming. Dear. Hottie.

Now why were those words swirling around my head again?! Ugh, stupid human instincts and emotions! Well... Maybe Romeo truly was handsome and cute and adorable and lovely and everything, what with his sweet voice and kind eyes and soft hair and... I... I was making it only worse for myself, wasn't I?

Dammit.

"When do you suppose I will earn the privilege of being allowed on a bed?" My friend asked me, but I could say by his tone that he wasn't serious at all. Really, he was just messing around with me, testing my borders. At least he was the first one to start this conversation, that must've meant he wouldn't get a panic attack if I were to discuss it, right?

"As soon as we get enough money to get you a bed of your own." I replied and blinked when something that looked like a shadow of dissatisfaction and almost disappointment crossed his face. Was I imagining things again? Probably. "Until then, it's the couch for you. Must be more comfortable to sleep on than pressure plates, eh?"

Romeo sighed and looked down, nodding a little. He didn't look sad, more like... Put into his place, or something along those lines. I smiled and my plaid-covered hand grabbed his, holding it tightly and gently. It wasn't nearly as good as physical contact, but we had already made a great progress. Baby steps, Xara, baby steps.

"You know I'm sorry for that." He murmured, avoiding an eye contact but not looking scared or submissive. It felt like the guy was actually feeling guilty for his crimes, which I couldn't blame him for. "I... I would've slept on the floor if the doctor wasn't against it."

Really? Would he? I didn't think so. Sure enough, he had been feeling real bad and guilty, but I seriously doubted he would rather sleep on the floor when he had a bed just for himself. Not that I would say it out loud, though.