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Rogue
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yeah, watch the movie.”
“Okay, but I can move if I’m too heavy.” Bellamy offers, nerves obvious in her voice.
When we moved to the living room, I reclined on the horizontal part of the couch and grabbed Bellamy so that she was lying on me.
Her head rests on my chest, just beneath my chin, and I have an arm wrapped around her. She tries repositioning herself but my arm keeps her pinned in place.
“Don’t fucking move.” I threaten.
I want her on top of me, want to feel her weight against my body. I need it after the day I’ve had. I’d told Bellamy I was going to an event, but in reality Rhys, Phoenix and I had met with Müller to discuss updates.
He still hasn’t found a thing.
I’d spent half the afternoon trying to answer detailed questions he had about my mother. When I couldn’t answer the vast majority of them, my mood turned black.
Where was she born? Somewhere in Lebanon.
Where did she go to college? I wasn’t sure if she even went.
What are the names of her parents? No clue.
I didn’t know a fucking thing. The anger had grown and festered under my skin, every unanswered question adding to the wound and making it worse. I kept my composure on the outside but on the inside an inferno raged. Again, I asked myself why I was expending so much effort looking for a woman who’d simply walked away and never looked back.
Those spiraling thoughts had done nothing to improve my mood. It’d turned downright violent when I’d arrived home to an empty bed and no trace of Bellamy.
It’s hard to describe the emotion that’d punched me in the gut when I’d come home expecting to find her in my bed only to be met with an empty room.
Fury doesn’t even begin to cover it. I’d racked my brain thinking back to the last couple of days and if I’d done anything to piss her off. On top of reneging on our deal, if she was ignoring me again, she was going to pay.
If she was with someone else, she’d witness just how insane I got when I didn’t hold myself back.
Instead, I’d found her on the bed looking a little pale and very tired. Her mouth had dropped into a perfect ‘o’ as I’d barged in. I’d wanted to bite her puffy lips.
I was surprised when I realized the thought of going home to a bed without her in it was downright unappealing to me. It wasn’t just about fucking her either.
It was the way she put music on when she brushed her teeth and danced to an entire song before putting her toothbrush away. How she was deaf to the world when she studied, completely dedicated and invested in her future in a way that was totally foreign to me. How she hummed off key when she thought no one was paying attention. And how she always, always curled into me as she fell asleep.
She burrows into me, accepting the comfort of our positions. “Don’t hate me when your t-shirt is drenched in tears then.”
“I’ll just take it off.”
I feel her smile against my chest as she watches the movie.
“My mom and I watch this movie together at least once a year.”
“It’s a classic.”
She turns her head towards me, surprised. “You’ve seen it before?”
“Parts of it. My mother loves it too.” I reply, a weight lifting when I realize I haven’t forgotten everything.
“She’s got good taste. Darcy's hand flex after he helps her get in the carriage is so swoonworthy.”
“You like that?”
