compelling that took over me the moment our eyes locked onto one another. The desire to please and somewhat reassure her of how magnificent she was. The news of Elsa had only spiked my love for her, and the fact we'd been given another chance to survive the challenges ahead of us to one day create a child of our own only drove me further in reaching our ultimate goal of graduating from Witchling Academy.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't extremely tense when I'd arrived back. All I could think about was the formidable future and whether I'd be strong enough to protect Brianne when I needed to be.
Like the man I was way back then, I couldn't stop her inevitable end, which left me hopeless as I had watched Brianne die in my arms. I hadn't shared about the dreams I'd recently been having, the replay of the very scene of the woman I loved and our unborn child dying in my grasp.
It could have been a way for me to lose complete control, and if it was, it had yet to work thus far.
Only this voice remained to remind me of our current circumstances, and that we'd end up as failures if we tried the peaceful route.
I'm sleeping.
Always sleeping. Watching. Not doing a single thing to aid what will strike us in the face and take everything we love.
I tried not to react but moved slowly to sit up. Even with my snail movement, it was enough to make Brianne stir before she turned over to her side. I thought I'd be out of the woods, but her hand moved to pat the empty space near edge of the bed.
"Jax?"
"Over here, baby," I whispered and reached to rub her arm. She turned over to her right side, her eyes still closed as she patted my crotch instead of my abs.
That made me smirk to see her little pout on her sleepy face before her eyes fought to open. It seemed to take her a minute, but when she did open them, they looked over to see where her hand was.
"That...wasn't my fault," she mumbled but kept her hand right there.
I really am insanely in love with this woman.
"Uh-huh," I replied and reached out to move some of the strands of her hair that were blocking my sight of that immaculate face of hers. "Go back to sleep," I encouraged.
"Are you sleeping?" she asked instead and let out a yawn while her eyes fought to remain open.
"Ya. In a bit. Just need to think for a bit."
"What are you thinking about?" she asked and moved her hand up to my abs. She began to draw circles in each sectioned ab with her finger, leaving me to grin as I watched her eyes close.
"Stuff."
"What kind of stuff?" she mumbled, and I wondered if I prolonged the main topic if she'd fall back asleep.
"Bits of stuff," I countered.
"Hmmm." She didn't say anything more as her swirling finger paused at my lower ab. I believed she'd fallen asleep, which left me a little relieved because she deserved to rest and not be bothered by unnecessary stuff.
Unnecessary, huh. Is that what I am to you?
I wasn't referring to 'you'.
Liar.
Do you like instigating situations?
What do you think darkness does? Twiddle our fingers and play Jenga?
I don't know what Jenga is.
Your mind does so look it up.
All I could do was sigh and then curse because it was a little too loud because Brianne was awake again.
"I didn't sleep!" she pointed out suddenly as her head lifted up like she was in class and missed a question.
"Brianne." I reached out to stroke her cheek as she fought to stay awake. "I'm okay."
She looked into my eyes before she sat right up.
"You don't look okay," she pointed out.
Intuitive woman. I want her.
Don't try it.
Why? We're the same person. What makes it different if it’s me in the picture?
You'd fuck shit up.
Says who? You? Protective, weak ass of a wizard.
Brianne stretched which caught my attention as I watched her perky breasts lift just a bit. I bit my lip hard, trying not to get turned on already when we'd had a steamy evening of shower sex and bed sex.
Lots of sex.
If I were in control, I would be ravishing her already.
"Shut up," I huffed, and mentally cursed when Brianne glanced my way with confused eyes.
"Why do I have a feeling a certain someone is taunting you in your brain," she acknowledged, which I'd have