79. The Rare Kind

AZURA.

That night Leo didn’t sleep well, tossing and turning and simply lying awake. When he did sleep, his dreams were full of bloodshed, drugs, guns, screams, and dead bodies.

Every time he got up, I didn’t mention that I was getting them too, carefully keeping my walls up and keeping him close. When the first rays of the morning light crept through the crack in the curtain, Leo sat up running a hand through his hair and exhaling sharply.

I placed a hand on his back, slowly sitting up.

"What’s wrong, Blue-Eyes?" I asked, "You haven’t slept well all night."

He turned to me, tangling his hand into my hair and kissing my jaw. "And I fucking ruined your sleep too."

"Far from it, want to talk about it?" I asked softly, getting on my knees, and wrapping my arms around him from behind.

My heart skipped a beat, and for a moment it felt surreal, knowing that this man was mine. All mine. I tightened my arms around his shoulders and kissed his neck softly. "It might make you feel lighter