Tangled In His Sheets Novels & Stories

His snapped to my and there glowed between pitch black and his honey brown ones. My eyes almost flickered down when his fingers reached out to hold onto my chin firmly. “Wouldn't want to scare you now, my sweet." His voice sounded rough and on edge. My throat went dry. He placed his head against mine and breathed like his life was being held on thin strings. His hands reached back to yank the sheets off the bed and he covered his lower half with it. Slowly, like he was being careful not to touch me more than was necessary, he pulled off of me, standing to his full height and clutching the sheets around his body.

He was acting compassionate towards her,with the way he touched her and looked at her. His tender touch only tying her stomach into a knot,the butterflies finding it difficult to escape. When he was satisfied at how stained the sheets were,he guided her off the bed. Gathering the sheets,he headed towards the door,unlocking and closing it behind him. He didn't need anyone catching a glimpse of her although they wouldn't live if they did. She stood at the spot all sticky and feeling unease. The cramps were getting worse by the moment. Alessandro came in shortly after a few minutes.

My hands trembled as I washed, the water swirling down in a murky pink from the fruit stains and streaks of his blood. When I returned to the bedroom, the silence felt suffocating. He was completely unconscious now, his body sprawled limply across the silk sheets. Slowly, I approached him again, staring at his chest rising and falling too fast, too uneven. Even in sleep, he wasn’t at peace. His brows were drawn together in a tight knot of pain, and his skin had taken on a terrifying, waxy sheen. I love you.

The covers were hot around me, and I felt almost trapped as I struggled, tears streaming down my face as I tried to separate myself from the tangled sheets, but nothing gave way. It felt like a battle, like hundreds of hands were keeping me in place, winding the covers further and further around my body until it was impossible to be released. Trying to do something rational, I put all my efforts into finding the end of the sheets, my fingers shaking and searching until I grasped the edge with the plastic disks. I could tear the blankets away, the blood-red color making my vision almost tunnel as images of the blood from my nightmare appeared in his mind, the red liquid dripping through my ey

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, hair wild from sleep, wearing nothing other than one of his old t-shirts, worry etched clearly across my face. By the time I returned to the bedroom, he was rolled onto his side, shivering under the light sheet for all that evident heat emitting from his body. The irony was sad, his body was not able to decide if it was too hot or too cold and he seemed so delicate on his back on the bed, this tough man who normally seemed unbreakable brought low by shaking under cotton sheets. I sat next to him on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight and gently cleaned his forehead with the cool cloth. He took a deep breath at the con

He took her by the shoulders and escorted her through the dimly lit room toward the bed. Not wanting either of them to be naked, he walked into his closet and slipped into a pair of loose sweatpants and a t-shirt. Beside his shirts, there was a rack of tunics for Nine. He grabbed a standard house tunic—grey and miserable—and felt the fabric in his hands. It was rougher than he would like, so he tossed it to the floor and grabbed one of his t-shirts. It was softer, made from cotton. He re-entered the bedroom area and bunched the t-shirt around the neck. Nine swayed on her feet, and he startled, jumping toward her. He gripped her by the biceps, and she shook her head in an attempt to keep hers

" Why?? " " Two reasons! One you are literally sprawling over me and the second is that I don't have anything to wear. " I said. " Your clothes are in my cupboard, go and wear them," he said still in a sleepy voice. The alarm had stopped ringing by now. So I decided to sleep. Barely ten minutes had passed when another alarm went off. Oh, God!! I could not sleep like that, But when I tried to get up and wrapped a sheet around me, he opened his eyes with a naughty expression. He was holding the corner of the sheets that I had wrapped around me.

He only drank a little, not enough to make him drunk. As he scratches his painful head in confusion, he pulls off the rest of the covers and his eyes land in shock and horror at the small red stain on the duvet. Tin!

I wake up in bed with Arrick wrapped around me, still fully dressed, on top of the sheets and holding me tight, with his face against my cheek. He’s asleep and I can tell by his messy appearance that he crawled in with me as soon as he walked in the door. He still has his shoes on, and his suitcase is propped against the bedroom door with his jacket laid over the top.