Purfect for Luna

My Luna

I hold the warm mug in my hands trying to ignore the awkwardness I'm feeling from all the attention the staffs are giving me. I'm wondering why are they looking at our table, are they shocked at how good looking Caspian is?

In the year that I've been here, I've never had any boyfriend or show any interest in any. It's not that I didn't have offers or even experience. Before my mom died, I had a boyfriend and we had crossed off all the firsts, but that fizzled out after she died.

"Do you know them?" Caspian asks, snapping me from my thoughts and breaking the silence that had settled over us momentarily.

I looked at him as he leans against the peeling plastic of the table, looking far more comfortable than anyone has a right to in a place like this. I can't help but watch in amazement at the muscles in his arms and chest as he raises his coffee to his lips. Judging by the smile on his lips, my observations didn't go unnoticed.

"What?" I asked stupidly, breaking my gaze to look down at my coffee that needs more cream.

"Do you know them? I assumed you know them because they're looking here," Caspian chuckles, his eyes drifting to the staffs who try to duck behind a wall like they weren't watching us.

"Oh, umm no. I don't really know them," I shrug, "It's just that I've been living here for a year already and the staffs here are somewhat familiar to me."

"Oh...where's your family?" he sounds generally curious as his fingers tap idly on the tabletop.

Meeting Caspian has been weird to say the least. He literally appeared out of nowhere and instead of running scared or walking away, I went against my better judgement and followed him.

But this? Telling him about my past, about my mom? I'm not sure if I can do that. Everything that happened today was very overwhelming for me. That topic seems too personal and I can't bring myself to talk about it. I'm not ready for that.

"I'm alone," I simply said, hoping that he won't ask me to elaborate.

"Interesting," Caspian once again tilts his head and I can tell there is something going on in his head but I don't want to know.

"I..guess?" I didn't mean it to sound like a question, but normally that's not the response I get. Usually, it's a combination of 'I'm sorry to hear that' or 'I'm sorry to have brought it up'.

But I get none of that from Caspian. He just sits there with a thoughtful look on his face like he is trying to put together a puzzle or solve a complicated problem.

"Amara, can I ask you something?" Caspian leans forward like he is going to whisper something to me, something that no one else should hear except for me.

"What's keeping you here? In paramatta, I mean?" His eyes search around the cafe like he is trying to find the answer but cannot fathom a good enough reason.

It's hard to blame him too.

"I'm not sure," I answered him honestly.

"Money maybe, or perhaps I've just gotten too comfortable."

"Would you leave if you could? If money or whatever else wasn't an issue, would you leave?" Caspian rushes out in a whisper, his hand taking mine in his warm grip.

'Yes', my mind screams to answer, but the intensity of his gaze and the almost hopeful expression on his face, makes me feel this is more than a rhetorical question and that's enough to make me pause.

Would I leave, if money wasn't an issue? Yes absolutely. But if it meant leaving with Caspian, a mysterious naked man I met in the woods not even two hours ago, I'm not sure. What would it mean if I said yes? What would I have to do, or give, as a payment? Is it worth it? To be out of this city and on my way to something else...something possibly better?

"I don't know," its the only thing I can think to say even though it's only half the truth.

"I'd like to think that I would jump at the first chance to leave all this behind me. But with hypotheticals, it's always hard to tell.

"Interesting," he said once again, leaning back casually.

"Can I ask you something now?" a small smile crept on his face at my words as he slowly lifts his coffee to his lips.

He did not answer right away. He was just looking at me and I try not to squirm under his gaze but he's so focused, so intense and it reminds me so much of the wolf from earlier.

His eyes do look eerily similar but - no, no it couldn't be. I'm just confused. Everything happened so fast and has been too weird since then. My head titles as if I can straighten out the facts if I just looked at him from a different angle.

"Ma'am," the woman at the counter, breaking the stare off Caspian and I were having, "It's closing time," her eyes lift to the back Caspian's head back to me.

"Oh um," I looked around the cafe, noticing that Caspian and I are the only two customers left, "Okay."

I didn't even realize that it was that late How had time gotten away from me? from us? My eyes met Caspian's green eyes and once again, I'm sucked into the vortex and it makes sense.

He stans up quickly offering his hand to help me out. His large hand practically swallows mine and I can't help but to smile shyly.

"Good night ladies," he greeted the staffs as he opens the door and ushers me into the cold air.

"How are you not cold?" I asked as I huddle into my coat.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Caspian laughs lightly as we walked around the building towards the back stairs, "But I'd like to tell you. Maybe not tonight, but sometime Amara--"

He stoped talking as if realizing something.

"No pretense or hypotheticals. Leave with me," his hands move to my cheeks, cradling my fave gently as he watches. my reaction carefully, waiting for my response.

I can't leave with a man I just met. It doesn't work like that.

"I - uh," I can't think of what to say or how to say anything.

Caspian nods as if he understands me, his eyes bore into mine as if he could read my thoughts like a book.

"Let's go upstairs where its warm. We can talk more, I can explain more," his hand finding it way to the small of my back as he leads us up the stairs to my apartment door.

My mind is in a haze barely registering the creaking of the old steps.

"The key?" Caspian asks his hand out expectantly. My cheeks turned pink as I reach for the knob, turning it to let us in.

I can practically feel the question in the air - feel his curious gaze on me. I shrugged, not wanting to embarrass myself further and admit that I forgot to lock the door. My hands finds the light switch easy enough and soon we are alone in my apartment.

"This is where you live?" his eyes move over the small space as I hover by the door. He didn't say it in a way like he was disgusted, I mean I am no way a slob, but still, I can't help but to feel conscious on where I live.

"Um yeah," I said while looking at my breakfast dishes on my small sink and then my work uniform I had just tossed on my bed after working today. In my defense, I wasn't exactly expecting any guess so....

"sorry about the mess."

"Mess?" he chuckled, turning to face me, "It looks like no one even lives here," he said while sitting on the edge of the futon, his muscles moving under his skin as he makes himself comfortable in my space.

"Okay, seriously. How are you not cold?" I asked curiously, finally snapping out of what happened earlier, "You're only in jeans for goodness sake!"

He took a deep breath and I can tell his mind is processing something as he purses his lips and folds his hands on his lap.

"I'll tell you why I'm not cold when you tell me you'll come with me,"

How does he kept on doing that? He just met me, knows nothing about me, and yet, he seems determined that I live with him.

"Why do you want me to leave with you?" I move cautiously to sit on the futon next to him, leaving enough distance between us.

"Alright, we can start here," he said as he faced towards me, "To put it simply, you're my Luna."

What? I'm his Luna? Is this some kind of joke huh?