🥀 NEMO'S POV 🥀
I stared at Abelia, watching her refuse to go back to sleep. It was midnight, but we just sat gawking at each other silently.
What's wrong with me, though? Is it obsession, compassion, or madness?
I think it's madness.
"You need to go back to sleep," I blurted out, breaking the silence.
"No," she stated without hesitating.
"So, what then do you want? A cuddle?" I asked, and she glanced at me in shock. Just the expression I expected.
"Hell no! What are you… boy toy?" She asked, pouting.
A smile appeared at the corner of my lips; she was effortlessly adorable.
"Well, yes- and I'm into you," I retorted truthfully as we stared directly into each other's eyes, a deep, soulful connection.
Clearing her throat, she looked at me anxiously. "Well, I'm not," she retorted, rolling her eyes.
"Okay- then stop eye-fucking me," I responded. Watching her choke on her saliva.
"I-I-I'm not…" she stammered, and I choked out loud.
"Do you feel better now?" I whispered.
She bit her lower lip. "Not really."
"Alright then, what do you want us to do?" I asked, dragging her closer to myself, looking down at her as she lay on the bed, shocked.
She stared at me in disbelief and then yelled, "Nemo, stop!" She exclaimed in fear.
"Relax… you have a dirty mind. I'm trying to cover you with the blanket. It's cold," I murmured and smirked, watching her cheeks turn red in embarrassment.
"How old do you think I am?" I asked, I knew she thought she was older than me, just like most people do.
"Twenty-two," she responded, assured, and I laughed out loud in shock.
"What! You really did think you were older than me, I'm sorry to disappoint you; I'm thirty-five. I'm older than you by twelve years," I declared, watching as the expression on her face changed from doubt to shock.
"No! You can't be, you look like an extremely handsome teenager," she retorted, reaching for my face.
"If you touch my face, I will pin you down tonight, and I will not let you go until I'm satisfied," I threatened, and she immediately aborted the mission in fear.
"I thought so too, that's why you should go to bed, I'm old enough to protect you," I added with a smirk, turning to leave the room.
"Nemo…" Abelia called out, and I quickly froze, unable to take another step when I heard my name being called out so sweetly.
"Yes, Abelia," I responded, turning around.
"I need to start something, I can't just let go, my sanity, happiness, and desire to live all went away with my ability to walk. I want to fight back against my brother, Cain," she blurted out in a low tone.
I could feel the seriousness of her words, so who am I to talk her out of her payback? Cain deserves whatever is coming for him, and I am ready to support Abelia with every step she takes.
"Okay, Abelia, what do you have in mind?" I asked, interested.
"I need to know more about him, like some secret I can use against him," she responded, holding her chin up in thought.
"How do we get such secrets?" I asked, trying to understand.
"His lawyer. Brina Margot. I'm sure she knows all about Cain's atrocities," Abelia declared with a serious face.
"Okay – so how do we starve Cain's secret out of her?" I asked, unsure.
"Kidnap and torture," she stated heartlessly with a serious tone.
Huh! What is she? A thug?
"Really… Abelia? Do you realize that kidnapping Cain's Lawyer tells Cain you are alive? He will come for you. No – both of us. And it's also a crime, the police would come for us too. We'd be running from two problems at the same time," I declared with wide eyes, watching her make life-threatening decisions.
"I know." She stated calmly, and I simply shook my head in disapproval.
"I'm so so not in," I blurted out promptly.
"Stop acting like a chicken Nemo," she retorted, sending me a daring glance, "You said you wanted to help."
"Stop putting my life at risk, Abelia. I'm here to help you, not to get myself killed," I responded with raised eyebrows, spanking her with the same energy.
"Okay – so what do you suggest we do?" taking a deep breath, she asked calmly.
"Sleep, we will talk about it at dawn," I responded, proceeding to leave.
"But I can't sleep, how about that cuddle?" she teased, her smile creasing her face, illuminating the room.
What is that face? She isn't trying to seduce me, is she? Because I'll definitely fall victim.
"Cuddle yourself," I retorted and slammed the door shut behind me.
I got to my room and lay down to sleep, I felt tired for being awake for so long after such a long day.
Regardless, all that played in my head was Abelia. Her face, smile, and eyes were stuck in my head, and I felt it was going to explode soon without precaution.
When her eyes locked onto mine, I felt the world pause. Time stood still when our bodies touched, sending sparks through my veins. Every conversation flowed like a gentle stream, effortless and soothing.
Her smile illuminated my world, banishing shadows. With her, I found a home.
With "Bigger than the Whole Sky" by Taylor Swift playing underground, I turned side to side with thoughts of Abelia cooking in my head.
"I love her… I want her," I murmured, biting my lower lip in desire.
Does she feel the same way? Maybe not…Argggggggggg she's stuck in my head; she's driving me crazy.
"Should I just tell her?" I reasoned out, picking myself up from the bed and dropping back down.
I covered myself with a blanket and then pulled it off. Breathing heavily, I jumped out of the bed.
"I'll just confess my feelings to her," I concluded, and with that in mind, I stormed out of my room.
Without knocking, I badged into Abelia's room, and with the expression on her face, I could tell she was stunned.
"W-wh-what do you think you are doing?" she stammered, her presence enveloping me in a warm, comforting embrace.
My eyes gawked at her lips, with every sentence she created, and when I caught myself, I knew I was indeed going nuts. Embarrassed, I rushed closer to her, breathless, and she stared at me, confused. I began to speak.
"Hm… I thought about it- let's kidnap her."
What did I just do?
I came to confess my love, so what the hell am I saying?
Kidnap her? Really? I'm really the weapon fashioned against myself; my stepmother was right.