Chapter 63: Do You Feel Pain?
There on the bed, with his dark hair tousled all over, Draven lay with Avelina resting on top of him. He looked to be enjoying his sleep because not only were his wings unfurled, but his hands and legs were spread out as well, like a child having the greatest sleep of his or her life.
Santino knew his young master well, and his young master was not a bad sleeper. He always sleeps in one position like a corpse, to the point that even the bed appears very neat and fixed as though it has not been slept on. So, what he was looking at now was quite bizarre. He looked like a different person from the usual him.
"Wow..." Santino commented in a hushed tone.
Without uttering another word, he took a step back out of the room and slammed the door shut, his face still wielding a look of incredulity.
As Draven’s crimson eyes fluttered open due to the noise the door had made, he slowly became aware of the weight upon his chest. Nestled against him was Avelina, whose head was resting on his unbeating heart. Her ginger curls were spread all over his bare chest and torso.
With a slow, deliberate movement, he extended his arms to move, but at the sudden sight of his wings, his eyes broadened. He instantly went dormant in perplexity.
When did this happen? He squinted his eyes.
Draven gazed at Avelina, who was sound asleep on his chest. Her plump, light, reddish lips parted slightly as she breathed steadily and comfortably. Her body was warm, leaving him to feel the temperature of his cold body change.
The Vampires were mostly cold, so rarely did they feel any ounce of warmth.
Gently, Draven brushed off her tousled curls and tucked a few strands behind her ear. Then, hesitantly, he poked her forehead with the intention of waking her up. He could have pushed her off, but it would have been very rude of him to do that.
"A-avelina," he stuttered. No woman except his late wife has ever been this close to him, and it was rather making him feel nervous instead of uncomfortable as it should.