Chapter 40: Fragmented (5)
A head buried in a pillow is visible. Labored breathing is audible. …So he was just sleeping, not waiting. Seeing his neatly folded clothes, he must have been conscious until then, though he fell asleep right after. Anyway, the man looked neat.
Suppressing a smile, I grabbed a book and climbed into bed next to him.
He seemed deeply asleep. I called his name just in case, but he didn’t wake up. If there was a loud noise, he would certainly wake up startled, but I had no intention of disturbing his sleep. Turning on the small bedside lamp, I turned the pages of my book.
I couldn’t get the thought of that monster out of my mind. Liam Moore said it would be better for my health to forget it, but can one control their mind like that? The image of it throwing me aside was still vivid. My heart races again. My breathing quickens. I was so powerless in front of that non-human creature that I couldn’t even fire a shot properly. How did Liam manage it?
‘Could he possibly not be human either?’
Suddenly, I looked at Liam Moore with a sly glance, chilled by the thought. He was still deeply asleep. I could hear his breathing and see his body moving slightly. He was breathing and had body heat, so he couldn’t be anything other than human.
I remembered the first time we shared this flat. He clearly said he was a light sleeper, but it didn’t seem so now.
“Liam,” I called softly. He didn’t wake up. His disheveled black hair covered his forehead, and his stern eyebrows were relaxed like a gentle lamb’s. His eyelids didn’t twitch. He wasn’t pretending to sleep.
After staring at his cheek for a while, I reached out and pulled the blanket up to his shoulders.