Alphas and Angels

Alphas and Angels - Chapter 4

"Jeremy, no!" I protest.

"Emmy, yes," Jeremy nonchalantly replies.

"Jeremy, I'm not kidding."

"Neither am I."

"Seriously, get up."

"It's fine." To end our little dispute, he turns his body so it's facing away from me, and I frown.

"No, you are not sleeping on the floor."

"Neither are you," he says.

"I'm not sleeping at all!"

To this, he turns back over, giving me a stern look, similar to one a parent would give a misbehaving child. "Yes, you need your sleep."

"No, I mean I'm literally not going to sleep-"

"I'm not arguing. You need to get your sleep. I'll be fine here; it's not the first time I've slept on the ground."

"That's not the point-"

"Goodnight Emmy."

With that, he turns back around and pulls the blanket up to his chin. His actions clearly state that arguing is out of the question, and any attempt will be completely disregarded. It isn't right that I'm taking his bed away from him, but then again, if he's so insistent...

I groan, deciding that if he wants to be that stubborn, then fine. He can sleep on the floor. He'll only have himself to blame when he wakes up with uncomfortable aches. Jeremy is asleep quicker than I thought possible, only minutes after our arguing ceases, his occasional soft snores evident. With nothing left to do, I lob myself onto his soft bed, heave a sigh and stare up at the ceiling aloofly.

The room is dark, the only light coming in from the soft glow of the moon outside the window. Shadows from swaying tree branches outside dance on the walls, and the only sound that fills the room is Jeremy's rhythmic breathing and the faintest thrum of his heart.

My fingers absentmindedly run across the fabric of the nightgown I'm wearing. The cotton feels foreign under my fingers and against my skin. After wearing nothing but silk, this material is strange to me. But it's soft, so it doesn't bother me too much.

After we had gotten back from our trip, Jeremy took my bags and brought them to his room, and helped me organize them in his closet and spare drawers. I brought up the point that it would be a hassle to take it all down and move it to my room later on, but he assured me that it wouldn't be a problem.

I'm still a bit weary of the clothes. For one thing, the pants. As strange as this may sound, I've never wore a pair of pants before. Like I said, that white dress was standard in Heaven, and that's all we wore. Thankfully, the dresses and skirts outnumber the pants.

One particular dress, however, really caught my attention. It was in its own box, tied with a bow. When I opened it, I was stunned at the beauty of it. It's certainly something I would wear, and still not seem completely outlandish in. It is white and made of satin, with a white lace overlay on both the bodice and skirt. It fell to just above my knees. A deep purple sash, with a matching bow in the back finished the dress.

I don't know what I will need such a lavish dress for, but Jeremy mentioned something about... some party as I had said my thoughts out loud. I hadn't paid much attention to his explanation though, I'm almost ashamed to admit that I was too busy focusing on his lips to hear what words they were forming.

And that brings me to my next thoughts. Something is seriously wrong with me. I almost slapped myself when I realized I had been distracted by something as simple as his lips. That's pathetic, actually.