No Fear

Chapter Eighteen

Tom Pov:

I know the name Tommi Bunni isn't very original, but it was all I could come up with. I've already said I'm horrible at naming things, so I decided to just name him whatever came to mind.. That's what came to my mind.

He's been helping me stop from crying, but I still can't get out of bed. That slap emotionally hurt like a bitch and I don't know why, maybe because Tord hasn't apologized yet? It beats me, but I know it won't be going away for a while.

Suddenly there's a knock, so I slowly sit up in my bed and look at the door, I then say in a very soft voice, "Uh.. Come in." as I hold Tommi Bunni close to my chest.

The door opens and of course it has to be Tord at the door, damn you Author. Tord looks at me with a guilty expression as he walks in, he then closes the door behind him without a word and leans against it.

"So.." Tord begins and looks down. "I'm.. uh..." He looks back up at me and I give him a patient look. "Sorry-.. I'm sorry Tom." I look down slightly and take a huge sigh of relief, the pain is magically going away somehow. "You didn't deserve that slap, I was just really mad and I-"

"It's alright Tord.." I cut him off and close my eyes. "Just shut up before you say something stupid, okay?"

Tord simply nods before saying, "I'll leave you be," Tord turns to the door again and places his hand on the doorknob, part of me panics. "I'm sure you're tir-" Tord begins to turn the knob and my panic grows, which makes my body move on it's own.

I jump out of the front of the bed and run into his back, I grip his overcoat to keep myself up since I've been staying in bed so long and I haven't been not eating much, so it's made my legs weak.

Tord lifts his arm and turns slightly to look down at me, he asks, "What are you doing?" with a confused look.

What am I doing? My body just moved on it's own out of pure absolute nowhere, what is wrong with my body?! My heart beats unusually fast when Tord's around me and it feels so comforting when he's holding me, even though my pride and mind would hate to admit all that.

"I.." I start, but end up unable to speak how I feel, probably because I don't know how I feel. I push myself up and step back from him, he turns to me and I rub my arm as I look down. My legs tremble from severe weakness as I softly say, "Sorry.. you can go now..."

There's a long silence, what is he still doing here? I said he could leave.. so why is he just standing there? I flinch when Tord asks, "Do you really want me to leave?" I lower my head even more as I try to hide my panic, my is heart racing incredibly fast at this point and I can feel my face getting hotter with blush. What is going on with me?!

"I..." I try to reply, but my voice clogs my throat from how much I want to say. Maybe a excuse could work, just to get him out of here for me to calm down. "Uh..." I frantically try to think of a excuse, oh I got one! I hug myself and ask, "Do you think you could fetch me some more blankets from the infirmary? I think there's a draft in here and it's getting colder at night..." Well that wasn't much of a lie, it seems a bit colder at night now that I sleep alone most of the time...

There's another silence before Tord says, "I don't think there's draft," Tord steps close to me and wraps his arms around me which makes my eyes widen and my heart race at a incredible speed. "I think you've just gotten used to me..."

I look up at Tord and he places a warm hand on my cheek, he leans down and kisses my lips. Why does this feel so natural now?.. I hesitantly slide my arms over his shoulders and around his neck, have I unconsciously gotten used to this? It feels filthy kissing him.. but it also feels so good...

Tord pulls back from the kiss and softly smiles at me, he whispers, "Come with me to the bed, I'll warm you up Min Kjære."

I look down with a blush, my pride is telling me to push him off me and out of my room.. But my body is doing the exact opposite and nodding for me, Tord then leads me to the bed. God what am I doing?....