Beneath the Ink (COMPLETE)

Let Me

A SENSITIVE CHAPTER TALKING ABOUT SA AS A CHILD, love you all♥️

Cecelia May

I woke up, feeling cold, searching for a blanket.

I groaned, opening my eyes, this was not my room.

I fell asleep. On his couch.

I groaned, feeling bad.

I looked out the open window, seeing it was night time.

I hoped it wasn't too late.

I looked around after finding a lamp.

This was his room. Black covers, a wood headboard, a hoodie of his hanging over a chair he had in the corner.

I stood, opening the door, walking down the stairs.

I saw him sleeping on the couch and I frowned.

I didn't want to wake him if he was truly comfortable.

I looked on the counter for my keys. Nothing.

I swore I left them there.

I checked the time, 2:25 am.

I didn't want to wake him but I didn't want him on the couch in his own house.

I went to his couch, touching his arm lightly.

"Rhodes." I whistled.

He opened his eyes faster than I've ever seen and immediately relaxed when it was just me.

"Go sleep in your bed. You're tired, I can drive home. Speaking of, do you know where I put my keys?" I asked.

He slowly stood, grabbing my wrist, pulling me back up the stairs.

"Sleep." He said quietly.

"You need to sleep, not on a couch half your size. In your bed. I'll go home." I said.

He looked down at me.

"Y-you can't go an-anywhere without keys." He tilted his head.

"You took them." I already knew.

The corners of his lips turned up, amused.

"Sleep." He told me.

"I'll take the couch then." I felt bad.

He licked over his teeth, the only time I've really seen the pearly whites he had hidden so well.

He looked like he'd have a gorgeous smile.

"Why don't you smile?" I asked.

"Bed." He warned.

"But-"

"Cecelia." He was very stern.

I shut my eyes, unable to look at him.

He grabbed my face.

"You're getting better at that." I merely whimpered, my lips puffed out from his grip.

"Bed." He released my face, grabbing my wrist, pulling me to it, pulling down the covers, having me lie down.

He looked slightly uncomfortable.

"I can lay on top, I don't have to be under-"

"Stop. I-I'm fig-figuring i-it out." He said, moving to my feet, removing my shoes, socks, moving his hands up to undo my jeans.

I didn't even ask, knowing his intentions were never bad.

He pulled them off me, pulling the covers over my body.