However, as much as Reia was shamelessly enjoying being in his embrace, she squirmed. She tried her best to ignore the sensation low in her stomach, wanted nothing more than to stay how they were. But the more she woke, the more pressing it became.
Reia groaned before pushing at his chest to get away.
“Is something the matter?” He let her go, his eyes turning a deep well of blue. “Did I upset you?”
“I’ve gotta pee!” she exclaimed, nearly rolling off the bed as she attempted to scramble to her feet.
She didn’t know how long she’d been sleeping, both the first time and the second time, but she knew she hadn’t peed for a looong time.
Oh crap, I’m about to wet myself! She bolted for the washroom, removing the lid of the chamber pot as the door swung closed. She moaned when it released after she sat over it, almost laughing at the fact it would have been totally embarrassing if she’d done it in the hallway.
I guess this was one way to get me out of bed.
A bed she very much hadn’t wanted to leave, in the arms of a creature she very much wanted to stay snuggling with.
It was a guilty pleasure, telling herself she was just too tired and groggy to stop holding him than the actual truth.
She washed her hands before rubbing sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand. She exited the room.
Seeming to understand why she’d evacuated so suddenly, she saw him standing in the hallway with his arms folded and blocking her path. He was wearing his shirt, and she couldn’t help being... a little disappointed.
He may look strange, but surprisingly, she had liked his body. He was different, but it just added to his other-worldly
beauty that Reia was growing more and more accustomed to. She also knew just how firm it was, how much resistance his muscles gave as she dug her fingertips in.
“Reia,” he started, but she cut him off before he could continue.
She put her hand up.
“I’m not ready for that torture yet.” The idea of his hands rubbing over her body, leaving behind thrilling tingles, was already making her gut feel warm. “Can I eat first? I’m really hungry.”
He snorted a huff, his orbs tinging red slightly before they faded back to blue.
“Yes. If you are hungry then you must eat. But you cannot go outside until we have and you are wearing the amulet again.”
“Could you get me raspberries and boysenberries?”
The colour deepened. “I’m sorry, but the raspberry bush has been destroyed. I will have to use what I can to plant seeds.”
Reia bit into her bottom lip. The raspberries were her favourite fruit in the garden. She nodded, and he promptly left to get her whatever he could.
“I saw that you hung trinkets outside,” he said as she was scooping fruit into her mouth a few minutes later.
She was sitting at the table while he was standing on the other side, obviously impatiently waiting for her to finish.
“Yeah, I was worried the ones you put up would decay.”
Then she pointed her spoon towards the short hallway. “I also hung them in the corners of your room.”
His head twisted, turning slightly on its side.
“You did? I didn’t notice that.”
“Well, I thought if the Demons got in the house because the ones I couldn’t get to were probably withered, that it might keep them out of there.”
His eyes flashed bright yellow. “That was very smart of you. I’ve never had to do that, but I’m sure it would have
worked.”
Reia blinked, her brows drawing together.
“I thought your eyes only turned yellow when you were curious or thoughtful.”
He brought one of his hands up to cover a glowing orb.
“No, the colours can mean various things. It also changes to yellow when I am happy or feeling pride, like just then.”
Her cheeks heated. He was proud of me?
Damnit. He makes it so hard for me to dislike him. She scooped the last bit of fruit into her mouth with a pout, both because of that fact, and because now she had no other excuses not to have a bath.
Reia felt much better after having a good few sleeps and being comforted in his embrace and their conversations.
He’d eased her about her guilt and how she’d been called a harbinger of bad omens all her life.
Now... now she would have to face the feelings that had caused her to run in the first place. She wasn’t looking forward to that. She didn’t want to face them. She’d much prefer to bury them under a façade of ignorance.
She still didn’t know if he truly understood what he’d been doing to her when he licked between her thighs. That he’d made her come and what that meant.
