62. Chained Submission

-Xenia-

It’s 4 pm. I know I should get up and go to my own room, that staying here next to Church is a mistake… but how can a mistake feel so right? I thought our fight would be the end of us, that our words would cut so deep that there would be no turning back. Misunderstandings can lead to the worst of endings, but somehow Church pulled us back from the edge.

My face heats up when I remember how I offered myself to him last night, telling him I would gladly have let him drink from me if he had asked. Ugh, that was so cringe of me! Now I probably seem like a super jealous person who will wait outside the house until he gets home.

Damn, Xenia; could you be needier?

I brace myself up on my elbow and look down at his handsome sleeping face, realizing how much of his stress and worry disappear when he’s asleep. When I lay my head on his chest, I don’t hear a heartbeat, but his skin is so warm and he feels human. At first, it confused the hell out of me when he fell asleep, only for me t