Chapter 15

"So, you think you have a stalker?" I rolled my eyes at Tyson, feeling a wave of irritation wash over me that he brushed off the situation so lightly. "Don't say it like that; you make it sound like I'm delusional or something." He remained silent, his focus solely on the sizzling sunny-side-up eggs and crispy bacon that filled the kitchen with a mouthwatering aroma. I had been at his apartment for a day now, and Dan hadn't even called to check in on me, but strangely enough, that didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. Tyson was taking exceptional care of me. We had woken up, brushed our teeth side by side, and now he was making breakfast, the warmth of our shared moments wrapping around us like a cozy blanket.

"So, when are you going back to work?" I asked, a subtle unease prickling at me about being left alone in his apartment while he was out earning a living. "I work from home," he replied casually, his demeanor relaxed. "I only go to the office when I have to submit files or sign documents. Most of the time, I just sit around while Dan makes the big decisions and later demands my signature." I turned to him, surprise flickering in my eyes as he opened up about his brother, revealing a side I hadn’t expected.

I paused, searching for the right words. "So he can't make any drastic decisions without you? I thought that was his company." I had honestly believed I had married a high-powered CEO, but this revelation shattered that illusion. "No, it's our father's company. After he died, he left instructions in his will: whoever gets married first and has a child will inherit the CEO position." A wave of disbelief washed over me, and I almost choked on my orange juice. I stared at him, wide-eyed. "Why do you look so shocked? He's your husband; people who are married have kids, right? Don't act like it's a crime," Tyson replied flatly, a bored expression settling on his face. He appeared mildly frustrated, but I couldn’t tell if it was due to the conversation or because I hadn’t cleared the table without him asking.

"Can you set up the table?" he asked, gesturing toward it with an air of impatience. Irritation bubbled within me, yet I forced a goofy smile as I got up. A surge of heat washed over me, momentarily halting my movements. I pushed through it, drawing strength from some deep reserve. This heat felt different; it burned against my skin, not like the exhilarating warmth I felt when my powers activated. "I don't feel so good; something is wrong," I muttered, the energy fading from my body. I sank onto the floor, but Tyson was quickly by my side, concern etched on his face.

"Are you feeling weak?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. I managed a weak nod, but the burning pressure on my skin was my primary concern. "You are burning up." In an instant, he swept me into his arms, rushing me to the bathtub. He swiftly stripped away my pajamas, leaving me in only my panties, a wave of vulnerability washing over me. I glanced at him, searching for any discomfort at my bare skin, but he remained unfazed as he gently placed me into the cold water. A moan escaped my lips as relief flooded through me, and I tried to grasp what was happening to my body.

"I’ll be in the kitchen. Let me know if you need anything, and I’ll come check on you," he said, his voice softening. My heart ached at his kindness; I wished he were the one I had married. "No, please stay," I whispered, shaking my head to indicate I wanted him there. I weakly extended my hand for him to hold. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his gaze filled with concern. "The pain and burning sensation are subsiding," I assured him. He studied my face intently, his expression one of genuine worry. "I'm okay, don’t worry about me. Can you help me out of the tub? I’m feeling cold." He wrapped one arm around my neck and the other under my legs, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me to my bedroom. All I wanted was to lie against his chest and stay there for the rest of the day.

He handed me a towel and my pajamas, standing there as I dried off. Uncertainty crept in as I realized he would watch me remove my wet underwear. As I wiped the water from my skin, I scrambled for a way to ask him to leave without making the situation awkward, but struggled to find the right words. "I need to change, so..." I said hesitantly, my cheeks flushing. He quickly nodded and stepped out of the room.

Once I finished changing, I settled on the bed, scrolling mindlessly on my cellphone. I knew he wasn’t lingering outside the door, so I found myself waiting for him to return, eager to discuss what had just happened. "Hey, I brought you some food," he announced as he entered, placing a tray on the bed and balancing two glasses of gin in his hands. "Thank you so much for this; my stress level is through the roof right now, and I need something to help calm me down," I said, taking one of the glasses from him with a grateful smile.

"You should eat something first, though; drinking on an empty stomach can get you drunk quickly," he cautioned, his tone light but sincere. "I am." I said taking the bacon from the plate,he continued looking at me without saying anything. "Why are you staring at me, do I have something on my mouth?" I asked feeling shy that his looking at me without even blinking. "You scared me back there, I thought something would happen to you." He said with a tone so sicere that I looked up to him to make i'm hearing him correctly.

"Don't make it a big deal, I just got a bit lightheaded that's all." I said brushing his hand, trying to make him feel better so we can avoid any tears coming I don't think I can be able to calm him down and wipe his tears. "But you looked very unwell. Listen, I wanted to tell you something that happened back at your house." my mood instantly changed to anger and annoyance, why would he want to

ruin the moment by bringing this up. "We don't have to talk about that, I understand why you did it."

"No, you don't understand. I only did that because I was scared of what would happen if you died because of the gift that you have. I saw what your powers can do and I thought they would kill you, I don't want to lose you. I need to tell you another thing, I think...I think i'm in love with you." I looked at him shocked but a part of me was happy that finally someone loves me and has the guts to tell me, he must really love me. We stared at each other with no words spoken but we both wanted the same thing, but I didn't have the right words to tell me. He leaned down and kissed

me, I gave in feeling his cold plump lips on my mine.

It was the most perfect kiss ever, tender and passionate. I felt his hands travel from my face, my hair and to my waist, he scooped my up by my waist and placed my legs around his waist putting me in a very comproming composition. Even thought I still hadn't taken off my clothes , I could feel it poking me breathing for me. He looked at me pulling out of the kiss our eyes locked as if asking for permission, I kissed him giving him my permission and more.