Vanessa's POV:
I wake up with a start and see blue eyes staring at me. It was lighter than the ocean and I blinked. The eyes return to their normal shade and I sigh.
Chuck sits on the ledge, one leg outside and the other inside with a forlorn look. His eyes follow my movements with precision and I think that he could fall if I move abruptly.
"Hey." I test my voice, it was still hoarse from misuse the previous day and I cough to get rid of it.
"Are you sure that you're seeing me?" I ask him when he refuses to blink. I move my arm in his direction too yet he doesn't move an inch instead he keeps on staring.
I get afraid, "I don't like the way you're staring at me." I complain and he finally blinks.
He rises and I feel a bit intimidated by his full height. He towers over me, if I wasn
