Owned By You

er's

e first thing I no

smell, faint smo

soft against my skin. It takes me a full minute to realize I'm not

en I s

der De

is cigarette curling through the air. The dim light from the lamp turns the side of his face golden, ma

tired. Hau

n a way I don't

ibs. The soft sound I make must've caught his atte

. His voice is low, rou

re a

he ashtray. "You fainted after the doctor l

my chest tighte

ng his elbows on his knees. "I w

honest, makes my heart stumble. M

he heat rising in my cheeks.

kno

his voice softens.

, but heavy, charged. His gaze lingers on me, tracing the lines

eaches the bedside table and pours me a glass of water. His fingers brush mine w

," he

steadying the glass when my hand trembles. Hi

hisper, "Thank you

ime before replying. "Don't

y n

to my lips before finding my eyes again. "I did it bec

ath ca

er, unsure if I

d. But he doesn't take it back. "You don't understan

e, dark, intense, dangerous, but behind all tha

. The scent of whiskey and smoke clings to his shirt, but beneath that

the blanket over me. His fingers graze my

ay more, then quietly adds, "You

to beli

ook into his

el his hand brush my hair away from my face. Gentle. Car

ly, almost like a whi

racing. I can feel him still sitting th

me back under, I hear his voic

scare me lik

can do is dream of the man who sh