Dear Mister Sandman

Chapter 28

"It doesn't matter, Miss Denver. I am the one that practically forced you to come here with me. It is only fair I pay for everything. It's not like I don't have the money." Morpheus rolled his eyes as he unpacked his clothes into the closet of their new room.

As opposed to their previous hotel room, this was an actual room. It was slightly more modern than the other one with its sleek design and comfortable looking and huge bed. But what he didn't think about was the fact that as soon as he opened the door, there was no lounge area to sit in. It did however have two white chairs placed in front of the window. Still, the lack of privacy in that place only now dawned on Morpheus.

"You didn't really force me to-" Charlie watched as he turned towards her with an 'are you serious?'- expression on his face.
"Well, maybe at first. But then I came here voluntarily. And it's not like we've shared the costs of the tickets already. Let me just take care of the hotel, please. I feel like a leech." She sighed, running a stressful hand through her hair. Morpheus had turned back around when she started talking to finish his task. But at the end of her sentence, his eyes met hers again.

"A leech?" He was confused. She felt like a bloodsucking parasite?
"Well, yes. Someone that takes and takes and takes from others, instead of paying for themselves." Morpheus shook his head with a chuckle.
"Did you come up with that?" He asked Miss Denver, because he genuinely didn't know if the word leech was slang for the explanation she just gave him.
"No, that's what people say." Charlie was amused by his confusion. She found it rather cute. Especially when she watched his lips silently repeat the word leech and she could almost see how he wanted his brain to remember that by nodding his head.

"Morpheus." Charlie sighed when he turned back around.
"I do not wish to discuss this any further, Miss Denver. See it as part of my apology for what I did to you." He shrugged, eventually finishing to empty his suitcase. The brown leather bag also found a fit in the closet before he closed it. His eyes found Miss Denver's still troubled looking ones. Her hands were on her hips as she looked up at him. He gulped, taking a seat on the bed in front of her. Charlie took a step closer.

"You were a child, Morpheus. You didn't know you could curse me. I am not mad at you for that at all. So you don't need to apologize all the time." He only listened to half of what she just said. His brain seemed to be slightly more focused on her left hand that softly rubbed his right shoulder, probably hoping to comfort him. There was that warmth again.
"Aside from that, I still feel bad for this." Her hand now travelled up to his face, cupping his cheek gently, her thumb hovering over the bruise he received from that man on the plane. A small smirk overcame his features.

"It wasn't you who punched me." His voice sounded different to Charlie. It was so soft and kind.
"Yeah, but it was because of me." She stepped even closer, making Moprheus look up even more. For some reason, he liked looking up at her like that. He could see her from an angle, he never thought he'd see. Helios, why was she so beautiful? Another gulp of his.
"It was because some Uvalion on the plane probably just wanted to have his fun with us. It had nothing to do with you at all. I know you wouldn't- do that." He remembered that she did not seem too fond of him back in New Habbershire.

Despite him really feeling different about her lately, he knew she could not feel the same. There was no way that whatever he felt, she would ever return. And he was fine with that. They weren't even supposed to get to know each other that much.

"Do what? Kiss you." Did her hand become warmer the last few seconds? It sure as heck felt like it was burning through his cheek.
"Amongst other things." He breathed out, his voice pretty much gone. That's the effect Miss Denver had on him now and if he wouldn't stop his crazy thoughts this very second, he wouldn't be able to walk through this journey as easy as planned. So with the last bit of control he could collect, Morpheus stood up from the bed and rounded it.