The Punishment

Omerta’s POV

I was lying in my bed for hours and hours, waiting for sleep to come. My mind had replayed the day's events, again and again, entangling itself in different pieces of information and questions. Despite all that playing inside my grey matter, there was only one thing that I classified as an immediate action, and that was Lucifer.

There was no doubt that we had both moved past skirting around our feelings, at least to ourselves, and in the last few days, Lucifer had been more consistent towards me than his usual hot and cold behavior.

We had come a long way, and that should have been enough, but here I was enchanted by that magical word, ‘more’.

While my body and senses lulled, the thoughts of what could be swirled in my head, keeping my physically exhausted body from completely slipping into a sweet slumber. It was at that time, when I was somewhere in between consciousness and unconsciousness, that I felt the bed dip.

The movement was so slow that at first, I was not