Confessions of a Killer

22 Screw the bad

Charlotte:

Sunlight flowing through the curtained windowpanes shedding radiant warmth on my exposed skin. Body draped across Damien like a cozy unhinged vice, limbs tangled, the scent of us combined permeates the air. My heart melts watching his chest rise and fall peacefully with each breath.

The sheer amount of times I've woken naturally from a sound sleep can be counted on one hand, each of them have been after a night spent with Damien. Perhaps it's the mate bond, this imperceptably invisible cord attaching our souls to one another. The very essence of our beings entwining in a dance, two fish forever circling one another in the pond called life. Yin and Yang. The completion of two halves made whole.  Neither good nor bad, both at the same time but never grey. Security is... indescribable.

I don't look back in the past, allow myself to feel remorse or pity, there's too much to trip on. Letting it go is always harder than it sounds though. My life has never been easy. I'm finding that his hasn't been either.

The shroud of uncertainty has been abolished. His onslaught of unwavering loyalty and affection thoroughly catching me off guard, slipping through my defenses and rendering me a willing prisoner in this small confined space. There's no room for anyone else in me but him, my earlier romances laughable by comparison. This man is it for me.

I never would have found this peace with anyone else. There's no room for errors with Killian, no growth with Jasper... anyone else just... doesn't meet the bar that Damien has raised.

The smile curling on my lips is small, widening until my cheeks hurt with the power of it. This man... what have I ever done to deserve him? And how the hell does he think that he's the one who is unworthy when that's the farthest thing from the truth?

The dream he had last night is troubling, a tepid memory of a brighter time in his life ruined by the acts of violence that razed through his childhood. I can't feel the worry, the absolute certainty that I'll leave after having witnessed it, through our bond. I'd done my best to relieve him of his anxiety last night. Showing him with my body and soul just how much I care, how much I feel he is worthy of so much more.

Damn, I've never really looked at someone like they've hung the moon just for me before... but I'm sure if I asked for it Damien would find a way. Jasper would say he's whipped. I say Damien's perfect, because I'd do the same for him without batting an eye.

Though, I don't think the last portion of that nightmare was actually ahis memory... how could it be? ...but I can't be sure. It seemed colder, the edges of the mirage like a bitter chilled glass, edges sharp, broken in shards meant to cut through sinew and bone.

More like something I'd expect from Killian who cuts his teeth on razor blades and has a different woman over for breakfast every morning. Though there's no way that Damien could have gotten into Killian's head while he'd been passed out... right? They were so young.

"What's wrong starfish?" Damien's voice a gentle breeze across my skin, sending a surge of pleasure at the sound through my body, his hand mimicking his voice as he pushes the hair away from my eyes. My eyes latch onto his sleepy orbs, frowning in ire as his words penetrate through the thick haze of cozy, after-a-long-night-of-amazing-sex, morning cuddling endorphins.

"Starfish?" I wrinkled my nose in displeasure.

He chuckled, running fingers through my tangled hair slowly, extracting them when the knots of bedhead caught him up. He carefully unknotted each strand, focusing on his task as he chewed on his bottom lip, eyes clearing of sleep as clarity sharpened his gaze. I could tell he chose his next words carefully.

"I'm enjoying testing names out. I've never met someone who I could call so many names..." Lips pressed against my forehead as I turn my face down, burying it in his shoulder to hide the oncoming blush. "You're adorable when you get cross with me."