Confessions of a Wanton

27 Sunlight

🎶Heaven Falls/Fall on me : Surfaces 🎶

Charlotte:

I sighed, content. Curling my fingers into the sheets beneath me, cozying up to the warmth of the man sleeping next to me. Relishing the sun on my back, it's soft rays highlighting the features of the man before me. I'd never seen him asleep before. It's a mystifying experience.

The warm daylight flared lazily through cream colored curtains, illuminating the white bedspread we are currently tucked under. It's early morning by the way the birds are chirping, a warm near summers day promised.

I can hear the sound of a lawnmower in use a few houses down. The smell of the man next to me enticing me to scoot closer, to savor the moment.

His dark hair is longer in the front, with a slight wave to it, giving him a slight disheveled look despite the bold jawline lightly sporting a bit of stubble. His brow slack, not furrowed at me like usual, peaceful.

The way his long dark eyelashes caressed his cheeks made the slight pink stand out even more, his features standing out making him all the more handsome. Looking closely I could see a small scar under his right eye, and another small one across his nose, just barely visible.

I wouldn't have noticed had he been awake. The mesmerizing way his eyes lit up his whole face always distracted me from anything else. His parted lips let out the deep breath that ended in what sounded like a purr.

I giggled slightly.

Tracing his jaw carefully with my fingers I can't help but smile. The feelings swelling inside me foreign, but so familiar. I'd loved Jasper, more than I'd loved anyone else before. Respected the man and his never-ending patience. Heart and soul. But this man before me... I needed him like I need air.

It's an all consuming feeling almost if desperation to be close to him that's nearly overwhelming. Nearly.

He's so opposite of Jasper, all spitfire and heart on his sleeve. I don't think I'd ever get enough. I don't ever want anyone else again. The thought should frighten me. But with what I'd gone through, what he'd held me through and witnessed of my memories, I'm unafraid in his arms. I trust him.

Completely.

I kiss the side of his neck, right over the mark I'd placed on him again the night before. Smiling slightly as he shivered at my touch, still sound asleep.

I watched his reaction as he settled back into a purring slumber, his brow twitching. I kissed him again, relishing the sound of the moan that escaped his lips.

A girl could get used to that.

The feelings I have for Damien don't scare me. If I didn't know for a fact that he feels the same way I'd probably be running for the hills right now.

Of course in my messed up world the hills would probably have eyes. Just like in the movie, I'm sure the mutants would take me out and eat me And not in a good way.

I shook my head, I don't watch many movies, much less horror films. Choosing instead to watch the kid ones I'd missed out on as a child. A secret of mine. My life has already been a nightmare up until this point.

That particular movie had really gotten the nightmares twisting into visions of darkness and danger. My so called friend Maze had insisted I watch it with her, something about having a "girls night in". I hadn't watched another scary movie since. Maze had been so disappointed.

I don't give a rats furry ass.

I carried concealed a little heavier than normal in the following weeks. Strapped up with every weapon I could think of. No way I would go down without a fight. I may have kept the lights on at night afterward too.