His Realization

[Fineon’s POV]

I sat in bed, staring at the roof, as lines of light finally began to race across it. After tossing and turning for most of the night, I gave up on sleep entirely and let my thoughts begin to slowly drown me.

After agreeing to help track the man that crashed Fallon’s welcome back party, I had intended to head back to Grishan, but the big brute and Gale had insisted that I stay here to get as much rest as I could so that I was in full form.

Deciding it wouldn’t do any harm, I agreed, but little did I know that the guest quarters were so damn close to Fallon’s room. I could feel her presence through all the damn walls, and that alone kept me up as both desire and guilt crashed into me.

With each sudden urge to go find her came the realization that I shouldn’t push it, especially since our relationship was currently so rocky.

Looking at it now, I was realizing that maybe what I had felt all along for Gale wasn’t love, but rather an obsession that belonged to a young child