Addicted

195 (Colby's POV)

She yawned, covering her mouth with her hand.

"I had a bad dream and when I woke up, you weren't there. I thought you might've left."

I walked over to her and placed my hands on her waist, pulling her to me. "I told you that I would stay. Always. I meant it. Just had to" My eyes trailed over to the couch behind her.

The blood bag was just sitting there, in plain view. Fuck.

How did I keep doing things like this?

"Um, I had to get up and get some water. Dry mouth. Couldn't sleep. I was on my way back in there though. You wanna lay back down?"

She nodded, putting her arms around my neck. "Yeah, I do. M'still tired. I have to get up in a couple of hours though and go to work. That's going to suck. I feel like I haven't slept at all because of the nightmares."

I nodded, glancing at the bag again. "You can tell me about it, if you want, when we get back to the bedroom."

She smiled at me, and I met her gaze. Her gorgeous green hazel eyes were shining, that little yellow sun flexing just a little around her pupil. I was absolutely transfixed.

"I love you." I whispered out, before I could stop myself.

Her eyes grew wide at my declaration.

I backtracked as fast as I could.

"I'm sorry. It's habit. I didn't mean to say it. It was just in the moment and it just came-"

"Stop." She replied softly. "It's okay." She smiled at me softly, but didn't say it back.

It hurt a little, a small sharp pain in the center of my chest, but I knew it was just because she didn't technically know me anymore.

"Can we just go lay back down?"

I nodded, and she started to turn around. Fuck. I let her waist go, and darted to the couch, stuffed the empty blood bag down my pants (where else was I supposed to put it?), then darted back to where I was.

Her hair blew up with the wind from my movements. She turned back towards me, a surprised look on her face.

"Did you feel that wind?" She asked.

I shook my head.

"No, maybe the AC kicked on or something. Come on, let's get you back to bed." I took her hand in mine, and led her back to the bedroom.

I watched her walk to her dresser and grab the black shorts that she had lying on top of it. Then she opened up a drawer and pulled out a white t-shirt.

Was that my shirt? Ha, we didn't get all of her stuff from her apartment, just most of it. She still had a little bit of clothes, besides what Elias or whoever had brought over.

That included at least one of my shirts. She had her back to me, as she slipped the white button up off her shoulders, and quickly pulled the t-shirt over her head. She turned back and noticed me watching her.

"Sorry." I replied, and turned my head.

I heard her skirt hit the floor while she changed into her shorts. This was actually killing me. I wasn't supposed to have to turn away from her.

She was mine.

"Okay, you can look now."

I turned back around to see her curling up on her side, pulling Prissy close to her. She watched me walk around to the other side and down.

"You can, ya know," I looked back at her to see what she was talking about.

She motioned towards me with her hand.

"Get comfortable or whatever. Those jeans can't be comfortable."

Her face flamed up, her scent swarming my senses.

Thank God for Sam, because I don't think I could get through this without those blood bags.

"Are you sure? You won't be uncomfortable?"

She shook her head. "No, it's just like shorts right? No big deal. Whatever you want to do though. I was just letting you know that I was okay with it. Actually!" She jumped back up and went to her dresser. "I have these. I don't know where they came from but I found them when I was looking for my shorts yesterday." She pulled out the grey pair of joggers that she had wore home one day from the Trap House. "You can wear them, if it would make you more comfortable, instead of your, you know," She blushed again and motioned to the bottom part of my body.

I wasn't sure if this was annoying the hell out of me or if this was the cutest thing that I had ever seen.

"My underwear?" I asked, smirking at her.

She rolled her eyes.

"Yes Colby, your underwear. Do you want these or not?" She asked, her voice hardening a bit.

There was a glimmer of that smart ass girl that I loved so much.

"Yeah, I'll take them." She tossed them to me, and I stood up to change.

As I stripped my shirt over my head, I heard her sharp intake of breath. I threw the shirt on the floor and met her gaze. Her eyes were smoldering, staring at my chest and stomach.

The moment was so intense as I watched her gaze flow over my body, I swear that it almost felt like her fingertips. If I kept standing here, something might happen that she probably wasn't ready for. It took all of the strength that I had left inside of me, but I turned around and popped the button on my jeans, pushing them down to my ankles to kick off.

I had forgotten about the blood bag, so it fell to the floor. I quickly grabbed it and stuffed it inside my jeans, rolling them up. I still felt her eyes on me but it was better if I couldn't see her.

I pulled the joggers up, and lay down on the bed, before I looked at her again. Not gonna say that it didn't help my ego, when I found her still staring at me with her mouth slightly open.

"Drool is going to drip on your carpet if you don't close your mouth." I said giving her a cheeky grin.

Her mouth snapped shut, her eyes flashing, but her face going scarlet.

"I wasn't drooling." She snapped.

That's right, she got angry when she got embarrassed.