Chapter 83 - A smooth pillow (1/2)

His face was peaceful, long lashes resting on his cheeks. I curled a lock of Grant's hair around my index and sighed. I couldn't take my eyes off him. His pointy ears poked from his wavy hair. One corner of my lips curled up.

”I can't imagine the weight on his shoulders,” I whispered. Demos shifted and nuzzled my hair, I relaxed against him.

”I'll protect both of you,” he said in a solemn tone. I chuckled.

”Isn't it weird to talk about yourself in the third person? I mean, since both of you are supposed to be one. You've hammered that thought into my head. I don't think I've settled down with it if you ask me. It's still too strange,” I clumsily turned to face him and almost shoved my elbow into his face. He grinned and caught it just in time. I tried my best to cover my exposed belly from the rebellious T-shirt that wouldn't cooperate. He watched with amus.e.m.e.nt.

”Grant is part of me. We were only codes and didn't have a body. So it was natural to be together all the time. However, things changed the first day I woke up in this body. I instantly felt the separation... the skin barrier. Grant was laying on a table next to me. When I reached to touch him,” his voice trailed off. His beautiful cooper eyes were almost brown in the gloom. They had so much softness in them, it made my heart ached. ”That's why I understand humans, it must be really lonely,” he peeked at me. He reached over and touched Grant lightly on the cheek. ”I feel lonely, I don't like when I can't hear him,” he retrieved his hand and let it rest on my waist. That throbbing inside my chest became unbearable. I snuggled against him burying my face in his neck. He leaned and kissed my hair.

”Men don't express their feelings,” I said with a muffled voice. He rubbed my back and sighed.

”I'm not human.”

”I can see that,” I pulled back and glared at him. He arched his eyebrows.

”You mean, I don't look like one?” I took more than a minute before answering. I wasn't sure if he was having doubts about his appearance or fooling around.

”Mm, you're way off charts. I still have trouble believing both of you are mine. It's insane,” I laughed and covered my red face. He pulled my hand away and grinned at me. I frowned and went on. ”If a guy was this handsome, he would have women throwing themselves at him all the time. It will make his arrogant and he won't have any respect for women. A nasty piece of shit,” Demos nodded while tapping his chin.

”Right, that's just your opinion and not base on facts,” he simply added with a straight face. I shifted nervously. He was supposed to agree with me not shot me down. He ran his fingers along my arm making me shiver. I shot him a dark look. Demos rose on one elbow and tilted his head.

”You think handsome guys won't pay attention to you because of your inferiority complex,” his words knocked the air out of my lungs. I coughed to hide my irritation.

”Mm, well, I'm plain and a little chubby,” I paused feeling a stab at each word. ”If someone who is used to get pretty girls... I don't think he will even notice me in a crowd,” I lowered my head and buried my face in his chest. ”Anyway, why are we even talking about this?” I murmured. He stroked my hair.

”Who told you you were plain or chubby?”

”My mirror,” I added flatly.

”Then it must be broken. Cause that's not what I see,” I tightened one arm around his waist.

”You're programmed to say so,” he tried to make me look at him but I stubbornly shook my head.