Thirteen

Zyrielle's POV.

Three hours later

I don't know how I manged to do it but I slept… and damn has it been long since my dreams never ended up with me screaming.

However after storing and stretching, I opened my eyes to meet his, although busy with his laptop... His eyes must have turned to check in me before meeting my gaze.

"You're awake."

"And you seem to have been staring, not sure I feel comfortable with the way you stare at me. It's too intense…. Almost as though you wnat to read my mind”

“Can you stop it?".

He chuckledand asked, “You don't like me staring at youand you think it's weird?”

“I on the other hand find that more weird!”

I moved on the bed and stared at him blankly

"That's supposed to be my line if you ask me," I answered, and he shook his head; I was sure that he wanted to counter that fact but decided against it.

“Maybe… you look so calm and peaceful when you sleep, you stirred and I wanted to check if you were okay”.

“Are you hungry? Should I get