Chapter 480: Pieces
I felt Dace shift on the bed prompting me to be awake. I wanted to turn to him but for some freakish reason, I remained still. He shifted again and his arm around my waist moved. I don’t know what the time was but I knew it was too late, my sleep called to me, my eyelids growing heavy but I tried to fight it by focusing my ears on him, I heard a rustle in the dark, steady yet heavy breathing, I can’t tell what’s happening but I’m worried. So I decided to stop playing my sleeping game.
"Dace?" I said but I didn’t turn. When I didn’t get a response I sat up and willed my magic to turn the light on. Dace was sitting on the bed, his back to me, tensed muscles on his wide back, I just let my eyes feast on his tattoos marking every area. The need to run my hands through every peak of them as if I haven’t done that two hours ago with me bouncing on top of him.
"Sorry baby, did I wake you?" His words snapped me out of my lusty thoughts. Definitely not what I should be thinking of right now.
"Are you alright?" my voice was more like a whisper. "Did you have a bad dream?"
"No, I just couldn’t sleep," his voice sounded weak and tired, unlike him. I knew he was still recovering but he was better these past few days. It’s also like he had a relapse or something.
I stretched my hand to reach for him but he was on his feet instantly. "I’ll go for a run" he forced a smile and I returned it.
"Okay"
He nodded murmuring something inaudible before leaving the room. Maybe he needed to release his beast for a bit, God knows he needed it. I turned to the table clock and groaned when I read the time, it was 4 in the morning.
I couldn’t go back to sleep now so I got off the bed desperate for a change of view. I grabbed my silk robe and headed downstairs to make something to snack on or a drink.
There was leftover dinner in the fridge but I was too lazy to take it out and heat it. Yawning tiredly, I took a bottle of champagne instead, grabbed a glass, and sat on a stool, my eyes on the window as I poured myself a drink.
Seconds to minutes and then hours. I was on my 5th drink when the thunder struck and the rain poured heavily.
"Typical Juneau weather" I murmured, drowning in my last glass. Now I need to go back to sleep. I sluggishly walked to the room and at the entrance, I stomped my toe on the edge.