65| Safe in his arms

Orla's POV

He sat up in surprise as the door slammed against the wall. His shoulders slumped and his eyes became heavy again as soon as he recognized me. His hair was a mess, and I could tell by the look on his face that he was fast asleep when I woke him up.

"I want to sleep with you."

"What?"

With those six words, the sleep in his eyes flew away in less than a second. He became alert, and I realized I had said it incorrectly. The line has a double meaning in that which I didn't realize before spitting out those words.

"I am trying to say that I can't sleep in my room. Is it possible for me to sleep here?" I asked a small smile on my lips, knowing it would work.

"Why aren't you saying you are scared?" In a hoarse voice, he stated the truth.

"Whatever suits you," I shrugged,

He closed his eyes and slumped back on his bed as if I had left while I was still standing in my position.

Seriously?

I entered his room and stood beside his bed, my hand on my waist, looking down at him.

"How