Nephilim and the Nun novel Chapter 24

Quinn:

I resurfaced in the bedroom, expecting the usual alluring view but instead, she was seated on the bed, her back to me. The room was bathed with the soft yellow glow of the bedside lamp.

Though the windows were locked with curtains down, the creaking of crickets and hooting of an owl somewhere in the woods still sailed into my ears loudly like they were close by. Through these noises, I was still able to hear the almost silent sniffing coming from the woman on the bed.

She was crying.

Taking my time, I stripped off my clothes down to my boxers before moving towards her on the bed. If she was aware of my presence she didn't show it.

By the time I got to her, I saw her wiping at her eyes to clean off the tears that had stained her cheeks but she couldn't hide her red-rimmed eyes that were swollen and puffy.

"Why are you crying?" I sat opposite her on the bed, tilting her chin upwards till her eyes met mine.

In response, she shook her head in denial.

"Tell me" I urged on softly, my gaze holding hers.

"I...it's nothing". She shook her head again, sniffing.

As much as I wanted to probe her for an answer, I let it go, keeping my curiosity at bay. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her onto me. She automatically rested her head on my chest. 

Though she denied nothing was wrong, It was very much obvious that she was lying. Further confirmation was the tears that slipped from her eyes onto my chest.

I rested my head on hers, rubbing her back gently to soothe her pains or whatever it was that was making her sob.

After a while, the silent sobs stopped. In their place were her steady breaths and the even sounds of her heartbeat. She was asleep with her head still on my chest.

Slowly, I lowered my back to the bed, to avoid waking her. I laid on the bed with her sleeping form on me and my arms wound tightly around her waist. Her wavy blonde hair was splayed on my chest. Having her in my arms that way, it felt so natural like she was born to be there.

While continuously staring at her sleeping form, I had the strangest urge to place a kiss on her head.  I passed it off as wanting to soothe her pains.

Why she was crying was still unknown to me and it baffled me.

The woman I'd come to know was a strong one. Even in the face of death, she didn't show her weakness. If there was something that could make her cry, then it must be dear to her heart.

Giving in to the rapidly growing urge, I leaned down and gently grazed my lips on her temple. With that, I rested my head back on the pillow, closing my eyes to sleep but the thoughts of what could be bothering her took over my mind.

Each night, the woman claimed my thoughts. If it isn't her hot as hell body, then it's something about her. At the thoughts of her body that was resting against mine, my cock began to stir.

Not the time buddy. I muttered slowly. But it didn't stop me from fantasizing. The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. She was gone. But the windows were opened which meant she was still in the cabin.

That knowledge made me heave in relief. I didn't take thoughts of her being gone well. The realization hit me hard. 

Again, I passed it off as caring about her well being. But deep down, I knew I was getting too invested in the nun, more than I'd bargained for. I wanted to fuck her. That was clear. Any other feelings, I couldn't discern. But one thing was clear. 

I was getting used to having her around.