Chapter 13- Long story
Jax carries me into his room. He sets me in his bed and pulls out sheets.
“You can take the bed. I’m going to take the couch.” He starts to make the couch and I can already tell that it’s too small for him.
“I can take the couch I’m smaller than you,” I got up. Jax pushed me gently back onto the bed.
“No you’re the guest. My mother raised me better than that.”
“Fine then we can share the bed,” he paused and looked at me all wide eyed. “Not like that! Just cuddling.”
Jax shrugged and took off his shirt and threw at me.
“You can wear this as a pajama shirt if you want.” He said it was all nonchalant.
I motioned him to turn around so I could change. He did, I took off my shirt and inhaled the woodsy scent that the shirt clinged onto. Putting it on I took off my sleep shorts. Slipping into the covers, I got comfortable.
“You can get in now,” I called out.
Jax climbed over me and rolled over so we were facing each other.
“Why are you hanging off the edge,” he pulled me in closer. “I don’t bite…. Hard.”
“I have really bad nightmares. I don’t want to wake you up if I have to rush out of bed,” I looked down feeling embarrassed.
Jax tilts my face up. “Hey don’t worry about it. Wake me up anytime if you do. Besides they wouldn’t dare try to mess with you if I’m with you.”
I pecked his lips and felt my eyes drop. I rolled over so he could cuddle with me. I felt Jax stroke my hair, lulling me to a peaceful sleep. Except my dreams weren’t peaceful they attacked me with a vengeance. Like they were angered with the peace of my sleep. I woke up gasping for air. Jax was dead asleep so he didn’t notice me slip out of his arms and the warmth of the bed.
I cracked open the door and stepped out. Wobbling my way to the kitchen I bumped into Rider.
“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” He asked with raised an eyebrow.
“Shouldn’t you be too?”
“No I just got done with sleep. Do you want company to the kitchen?”
I nodded and followed him to the kitchen. He instructed me to sit while he got us a snack and a drink. He set down two glasses of ice tea and a plate of fruits.
“So why are you done with sleep?” I asked with a mouthful of grapes.
“The moon was calling. You?” Rider took a sip of his tea.
“Do they happen often?”
“Every night, sometimes not.” I took a big gulp of the tea to distract myself.
“Why do they if you mind me asking?”
“No, it’s fine,” I took another sip of the nectar of the gods. “ After my brother died they haunted me as a reminder.”
“How did he die?” Rider leaned in closer.
“It’s a long story. Are you sure you can handle it?”