Easton's Light

Twenty-two

I can feel a headache coming on as I lay in bed, more specifically his bed. I don't remember how I got here, but I damn sure know that it's his bed.

I let my eyes slowly open, his room is full of light. Both of the curtains are open, which surprises me. I turn over and Easton isn't beside me. I then feel no longer in my dress but in some long shorts and a tee-shirt, smelt just like him.

I hear his door open and he walks in with two coffee cups setting them on the table before he shuts the door. "Good morning Beautiful." He brings over a cup and sets it on the nightstand, he's acting weird.

He leans down to kiss me and I push him away, "stop sucking up East, I'm still mad at you."

I hear him let out a heavy sigh before walking around and sitting on the edge of the bed, " I said I was sorry Lyla, what else do you want," he questions running his hand through his hair.

"You hurt me, Easton. How many times have you apologized before and then let your anger control you," I start only to be cut off?

"Lyla I'm trying okay," he grumbles, "this is new, you make me want to be better than just a man everyone fears. I want to be better for you. But I'm Easton Salvetti, the devil, a killer, feared. But you. You sit here and what do you see," he turns towards me, staring at me.

"I see Easton Salvetti, a kind man with a sweetheart, who doesn't know what he wants." I smile.

I watch as he climbs into bed and pulls me close, "I want you, you're my bright light guiding me down my dark path." He whispers stroking my head.

I could feel my heart race and could feel butterflies fluttering around my stomach. He has a way with words, that I'll never get tired of.

The words float into my head and almost spill out of my mouth before I catch them, I love you.

"I..."

I didn't love him, did I? No, you don't just love someone. You can't just, no, I don't. I couldn't.

My thoughts are silenced by his lips. He presses them softly onto mine as if he pressed too hard he would break me. This moment, this kiss, was everything.

I left myself pulling away and laid my head on his chest. "I promise I'll do better," his voice echoed softly throughout my mind.

For the next several hours, we laid there talking about the past 3 weeks.

Everything stopped when we heard the door downstairs burst open hitting the wall. Both Easton and I sat up, he looked at me and put his finger to his lips before reaching into his nightstand.

I watched as he pulled a gun out and quietly got out of bed. I watched as he opens the door quietly before turning back to me as if telling me he would be back. I sat there stunned, not knowing what to do.

5 minutes later, I watch him walk back into the room, sighing heavily. He comes over and kisses my head, "I'm sorry it's my father, I have business. You'll be alright on your own for a while Lyla?" He tells me.