He waited for a few minutes until he carefully maneuvered out from underneath my body and stood up. He gently rested my head on the pillow and pulled the sheets up to cover my body so that I wouldn't be cold. When he was done, he brushed his fingers against my cheeks. As much as he hated the idea of living me alone, he realized now that he had something he had to do. The next step was prompted by what I had said to him about my reading with Cal.
After finding out that he wasn't the only one who was perfect for me, he didn't know what he would do next until the answer came to him from someone unknown place deep in his mind. What was the point behind everything if his love for me wasn't that special? What was he to do next? He needed answers and there was only one place he could get them. H
