Made for me🖤

Part twenty two

Monae's POV

I am in Michele's arms at the moment, reveling in how warm and peaceful it felt to be in it aside secretly admiring how good he smells. I don't know what came over me, maybe I needed comfort given what I was going through. I flung my arms around him the minute he sat by me, he didn't push me away or give me a sign he didn't like it, because to most people hugging is a form of intimacy and I've not regretted that decision since.

He has done everything possible for me to calm down and stop sobbing, it has worked. I was quiet now, my chest heaving once in a while, my breath was ragged and my eyes? Boy, they feel so heavy, I wouldn't be surprised if I fall asleep in the next second.

Who wouldn't be sleepy when they are in the arms of a man like Michele. Despite the coldness of the night, he is warm and with the way he keeps stroking my hair and giving me a soothing sensation, I don't want to part away from the hug or his presence.

"Monae?" He called me softly, taking his hand from my hair and tapped my shoulder.

I removed my arms from around him, the warmness I was feeling instantly replaced with coldness as I inched away from his hold to look at him in response.

"Are you a little fine now?" He asked me cautiously and stared at me.

I nodded.

He passed me a small smile and helped me rise up from the bench. "Alright, it's time to leave. The night is wearing on and if we keep staying here, the cold will get to you."

Michy announced to me. He took my now cold hand in his, my hands fitting perfectly in his. I blushed at that and lowered my head. I'm being an idiot, I only held his hands minutes ago and I'm embarrassed rn?

"Leave to where?"

"Home."

I gulped in fear, there's only one place I know as home in this world, the Winchester's household and given what happened this evening and what I've gone through in the hands of Mrs Winchester, not even million bags of diamonds will coax me to go back there. Never! And I don't care if I have to stay out on the streets just so I don't go back there.

I shook my head vehemently, snatching my hand away from his and backed away from Michele, I'm never going back to that place, never again!

He looked at me, startled by what I just did. Looking from his hand to mine and then my face, he cocked his brow at me, asking me what was wrong, indirectly.

"No please, not that place." I implored him, clasping my hands together with tears trickling my face now. Remembering the events of hours ago brought back the tears I had successfully kept at bay, not wanting to share them anymore. It was utterly useless of me to continue crying, the harm has already been done and things won't change no matter how hard and long I sob.

"Hey relax," he closed the gap between us and brought his hands to my cheeks. He wiped my tears with his thumbs. For an odd reason known to only him, he didn't pull back, he let them linger on my cheeks until he realised what he was doing and quickly pulled them away. I was kinda disappointed he had removed them, I liked it when they were on my cheeks, unconsciously caressing them.

"I'm taking you to mine and not that hellhole you just got away from."

His house? Nah, I can't go with him. I hardly know him yet I trust him, that isn't the problem. I don't want him to mistaken me hugging him and using him as shoulder to cry on as a way of wanting to stay at his. He might be thinking I did all that just to send a silent message to him, I have no where going and that I want him to house me or something.