Forgotten

Chapter 10

  "I know it must seem that way now. But trust me when I say things have a way of working themselves out. You are going to be just fine. I promise you that." When he made motion to leave the bedside I grabbed his arm.

  The last thing I wanted right then was to be alone. I looked down, afraid to be refused, and asked hesitantly, "Will you stay with me? Just a little longer?"

  Without a word he settled himself back against the headboard of my bed. To my shock, he continued to rub my hair as I curled into myself beside him. His constant touch eventually lulled me back to sleep.

 I opened my eyes and I was alone. Sorin had probably left the moment I fell asleep. Regardless, having him with me seemed to help me relax and I actually felt okay. Even though the events of the past few days had caused my memories of Elizabeth's death to resurface more vividly than ever, I was determined to do everything I possibly could for Emily. This time I wasn't dealing with cancer. This time I would find a way to bring her back to me. And I knew exactly where I had to start.

  I walked up the stairs to the room Sorin slept in and knocked on the door.  I cracked the door open slowly and looked inside. The room was almost identical to mine but a lot darker. Darker walls, darker curtains and darker linens, I could hardly see if he was in there. Max ran past me, through the door and up onto the bed.

  "Max!" I scolded quietly.

  "Did you sleep well?" Sorin startled me when he spoke.

  "I'm sorry, I thought you might be awake already, I'll leave you to sleep." I started to close the door, Max followed behind.

 "No, come in." He moved to sit up. "Is everything alright?"

 "Everything is great, I'm sorry, I really don't have to bother you now."

 "Please stop apologizing and come in." He laughed quietly while he spoke. "Do you mind opening the curtains for me?"

  I drew back the curtains and turned to tell him what was on my mind and I gasped. He was sitting up leaning back against the headboard of his enormous bed. He had the comforter pulled up to his lower waist, but was otherwise uncovered. His pale skin and muscular physic were breathtaking.

  Damn, he even made bed head look incredible. I don't think a human male could ever look that good! 

  My eyes glanced from his washboard stomach up over his sculpted chest and then to his perfect face. I practically had to wipe the drool from my lip as I exhaled and sat on the edge of the bed.

  He was definitely amused. "Are you quite sure you are alright?"

  "Yes, yes, I just wasn't expecting you to be..." I didn't know how to finish my sentence, so I just waved my hand around in front of him.

  "In bed?" he teased.

  "You know what I mean! Do you think you can cover yourself up? It's a little distracting." I laughed nervously and pretended to not look directly at him. The way I figured it, peripheral vision was fair game.

  "You woke me up to tell me how to dress as I sleep?" 

  "No, of course not." I chuckled, "I came in here to say thank you for helping me. Thank you for being so kind to me and letting me stay with you and for staying with me last night when I really needed someone. I'm really sorry that I've been acting so irrational. It's really hard to keep myself from falling apart at the seams. I just want you to know I'm totally onboard with whatever you want to do next. I won't complain, I won't go off on my own..." I looked at him and he raised an eyebrow at me.