He walked into my room, my eyes still fixed on him.
He gently placed me on my bed, he stared at me, "go to sleep killer" he sighed, looking away. I just looked at him.
I blinked, looking away. "Why did he just take me to my room... He could've left me on the chair... " I thought.
I stopped over thinking this and laid my head on my feather filled pillow, it being soft made me sigh in relief.
He started to walk to my door, "sir... Why didn't you just leave me on the chair? " I couldn't help but say.
"It's dark in there.. I've seen you have a panic attack in your room when the power went out.." I stared up at him, he was looking back. "Makes sense.... But you could've woken me up.... "
He dimmed his eye, "you were sleeping peacefully, I didn't want to wake you.. " I looked down to his pocket, he was fidgeting with his glasses. Everything went quite as I looked back up to his eyes.
I could see a tint of cyan rise onto his cheek bones. He shook his head, "go to sleep killer... Come to my office before lunch... " he walked out of my room, gently closing the door behind him.
"Was.... He blushing...? " I mumbled to myself, closing my eyes once more.