Getting in my room, I closed the door behind me, leaning against it in the process. It clicked and I just ended up standing there with my back against the wooden door, and looking somewhere in the room, lost in my own thoughts. I was scaring myself with what I felt when we kissed.. It wasn't something I could understand or even explain to myself, but damn it, it was something that had my hands itching, my mind going wild with thoughts, and my body aching for more.. Just a second more of him. I pushed myself off the door and walked towards the bathroom. It was really not something I was supposed to focus on in that point of my life. All I had to do was avoid it.. For a while. I had other problems in my life. Much much more serious problems than that. I wasn't even sure if I could make it through the night without being 'visited' by my father.. I just- I wasn't in the position to make myself more concerns. I had to stay focused. After I washed myself up and got ready for sleep, I could still feel those thoughts keeping me somewhat lightheaded, yet at the same time, there wasn't a single spark of sleeplessness. My mind just refused to agree with my exhaustion, and I knew it wasn't worth it even trying to shut off and fall asleep. But I found myself repeating Christian's words in my head. He was right.. I did need rest. And with that, I untied my hair, throwing the hand tie somewhere on the nightstand, and simply crawled on my bed. I didn't need to pull the covers over myself because my body was still burning.. I thought that alongside my heart, Christian's words and actions melted my thought in the most messed up way possible. I wasn't even sure if he was doing it on propose. I just knew that whenever I was around him, I found it hard to find that resistance and control. And he acted the same way. I just hoped that he knew what he was causing inside me, because it seemed like that storm was just starting.. And there I was, 15 fricking minutes later, tossing and turning and just unable to shut down my thoughts.. Everything that happened that day was confusing to start with.. Terrifying to end with. I was starting to learn that not just other people, but families have secrets too.. Damn huge secrets that I could not get over yet, but was giving my best to listen to Christian's words when he told me that none of it was confirmed.. I mean, even Amelia said the same thing. Someone was playing with serious subjects, and they were messing with my psych big time.. I couldn't close my eyes without thinking and wondering if it was maybe true.. And then the pendant.. God, I was losing my mind. I was laying on my back, turning towards the door as they slowly opened. Christian.. Just like he promised. Just seeing him seemed to fill my chest with something that made my heart quiver in the most satisfying way possible. "Why aren't you sleeping?" He said quietly, closing the door behind him and walking towards the bed. "I can't." I answered almost immediately, releasing a sharp breath and looking up towards the ceiling. I didn't even know why he was checking up on me.. I know he called me princess and everything and he thought I was spot on spoiled, but I didn't need him to bother checking up on me before sleep. Right when I was about to ask him, he just stopped beside my bed, and with a simple focus, he reached for my arm that was resting on my stomach and slightly pulled it up.. With a slight turn, he just scanned the spot I was cut on. But it was almost completely gone now.. Oh that's why he's checking up on me.. His facial expressions were always sharp and serious.. It was impossible not to think that Christian was a fricking expert in everything. He was in most of the things though.. He released a breath through his nose in some sort of frustration. "Your healing takes way longer than I thought.." I heard him mumble, making me look towards him. "I already told you, I don't heal as fast as you." I didn't like the fact that this was only a prove that he was stronger than me.. Well vampires in general had a lot more advantages than werewolves did, but Christian being a Le Boursier had even more power and strength.. He didn't have to rub it in my nose.. Though, I understood his concern. "Okay then get some rest." He said before taking a step to turn around. "Christian, wait," I was quick to take a hold of hi hand and stop him as I straighten up a bit. He turned and looked at me, and I didn't even know how to make out those words. "Can you, um-, can you stay for a while?" I felt nervousness hit me so quickly, I stuttered with my words but continued talking. "I can't sleep and after everything that happened tonight.. It just torturing to be alone." I saw a slight smile on his face, and all he did was reach his hand and brush off a small stand of hair that was falling over my face, probably from sitting up so quickly. "You can fall asleep if you want." I added just to make sure I wasn't being too awkward with my nervousness. However, he just took a small step closer and looked down at me. "Scoot over," He mumbled and I immediately listened, moving on the other side of the bed. He laid down beside me, keeping his arms against the pillow and his head leaned on his hand as he turned towards me. Okay, so he wasn't planning on falling asleep.