Formidable Devotion

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GWENETH ADAMEY'S POV

I wake up the next day earlier than usual and remain sited on the bed for a while before getting up. I'm a bit hangover honestly and some soup would be so good right now.

I still have my clothes from last night on and Malcolm's jacket over me. I stare at it for a moment. I'm not sure why I sniffed it, I don't ask my mind for long either. I breathe in his scent , like palm trees and mint.

I exhaled.

This is so fucked up.

His words from last night come back to me.

Like a punch on the face, "I love you."

Lord!

How long can we keep this up? It's been a while since Malcolm started showing all the signs. He would call me everyday before this trip, we talked for hours, he checked on me always back in Rhode island. We've grown close....too close. But I don't want to push him far, I care about Malcolm. I adore him. He's like those kinda people you never knew you needed.

But he's eighteen years too late.

I have to stop thinking about this.

I can't keep thinking about.....him.

I get out of bed and make my way into the living room. I want to sit by the balcony and get some air. Order soup and relax for a while.

I step outside my room and immediately notice Malcolm laying on the sofa. He didn't leave last night.

I can't believe it.

"Its hard for me to leave this room.....leaving you is even harder." His words resurface from my memory.

Oh Malcolm!

I walk towards him, sound asleep. I stand before his laying figure, looking calm and at ease. His  long strands of hair slightly over his face and the rest tied back. His chest rising and falling, his lips parted.

I don't want to bother him so I decide to walk away and let him rest.

But I feel his hand grab onto my wrist, I almost freeze.

"Don't go," he says it as though pleading, with a low heavy voice, sleepy.

"Sorry for waking you. I didn't mean to." I whisper.

"Come here," he opens his arms for me to lay on him.

"Malcolm...." I wanted to warn.

"We do this all the time Gwen. It's fine." He looks up at me with half lidded grey eyes.

I hold my breath.

It's true. I can't number the times we've laid down together, he likes to hold me. I don't mind, never did. His embrace is usually comforting.

I slowly lean down and he uses his hands to draw me on top of him.

I lay my body on his.