Stay With Me

I awoke alone in the dark. Sitting up I had that momentary panic attack that you sometimes had when you woke up in a strange place. Glancing at the window I saw the sun had set and was now replaced by the beautiful New York skyline. Turning toward the door I noticed it was cracked letting in the tiniest sliver of light from the main room.

Standing up I paused, the place was silent. I had no idea if Seth was on the other side of those doors or not. Walking toward the door I opened it as quietly as possible pausing at the sight in front of me. Seth was shirtless lounging on the couch smoking. For my sake I really needed him to put his shirt back on. I had yet to fully process what happened earlier, I didn't need any other distractions. Our eyes connected and he nodded for me to come to him.

 I didn't know if I was mentally ready to face him, I didn't know what to say. Still, I walked slowly toward him as if I was on my way to my maker. Seth arched his brow watching