I quickly shake my head, which he raises an eye brow to but doesn't question.
He straightens up, never removing his gaze from me before stepping closer, forcing me to step back. He takes another and again, I step away. Seth keeps approaching me, hi...
"Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like." ―Lemony Snicket
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Waking up, I was, as usual surrounded by warmth. I snuggled into my human pillow more as I enjoyed the moment. It wouldn't be long before I felt sore and irritated or sick so I wanted to just relax.
I thought about how wonderful yesterday was, even if I had to sneak off to throw up a few times, it was worth it. It had been the best Christmas of my life, and it had nothing to do with the presents. I had actually felt loved, wanted, for once in my life. Not wanted for degrading activities, but for who I was as I person.
I was hit with a wall of emotions then, as I thought over how much I suddenly felt for this small group of guys who had shown me kindness, helped me with nothing in return.
Shaking the thoughts and emotions off, I turned my thoughts to last night. That had been the best of it all. Seth had cuddled me as we watched a DVD. I couldn't remember too much though, I had been exhausted, especially since I didn't get the chance to nap. I think it was Deadpool.
And I think Seth was talking to me about something. I placed my hand on my stomach without much thought, only to realise Seth's hand was there already. Startled, my eyes flew open and looked up at him. However, he was asleep, his breathing coming out deeply and even. Which meant his had was there just by accident. I left it there though, enjoying it, imagining he had his hand on bare skin and he smiled at me, imagining it was a happier situation, a planned baby.
Something was niggling at the back of my mind though. What had Seth spoke to me about last night? I had a feeling it was something important, that I should know. But, I just couldn't think of anything. Maybe I was imagining it?
I didn't want to ask him, afraid of upsetting him that I didn't remember, but, I felt like I needed to know what he said.
"Stop thinking so hard, I can hear your brain working away." A grumble startled me, voice deep and husky with sleep. Looking up at Seth, he looked the same, eyes closed, relaxed. Had I just imagined his voice?
Just then, one of his eyes slowly opened, his eye focusing on me.
"What are you thinking about so much at this time anyway?" I looked down between us, barely an inch between our bodies. Now that he was asking, I didn't want to ask.
There was movement from Seth as he shifted, moving to lean up on one elbow and looking down at me, his hand that was previously resting on my stomach moving up to under my chin, gently bringing my head up to his face.
"Trust me?" He breathed quietly. His eyes were watching me with an intensity that made me want to squirm.
