Forever Yours

Chapter 9

Kai's POV

Rhys and I had gone to the football house for a little kickback. It was all fine until Rhys decided to go play cup pong. I loved the dude but he f*****g sucked at cup pong, meaning he'd be inebriated within the next hour.

I sat on the couch, a beer in hand. I hated these stupid parties. They were too loud and too crowded, but Rhys had a rule about drinking alone in the dorm. Apparently that's 'depressing' and I should 'only drink socially.' Yeah whatever. If it was up to me, we'd be sitting in my bed, watching TV and passing back a bottle. But even a night like that is ruined now. We just had to get a new roommate. Rain wasn't terrible but I still didn't want her in my space. This was mine and I don't share. She stole my food like a little rat and it pissed me off. Although, I did feel a little bad with the fact that she was throwing up. I know I should've kept my mouth shut, but something came over me. I wanted her to feel bad, I wanted her to see to not mess with me.

Suddenly, I'm pulled out of my thoughts by a stumbling Rhys. "Babeee," Rhys slurred. "Let's go home, I wanna cuddle." He pouted as he threw his arms around me. Rhys and I had been dating for a year now. At first we were just friends, he found me in a rough spot, in a time I don't like to think about anymore. He saved me. He showed me what love could feel like, what if felt like to be safe. After a year and a half of us being friends, and well Rhys being my dom, we decided to finally make it official last year and the rest has been history.

I dispose of my drink, the buzz already filling my body, and I begin dragging Rhys back to the dorms.

Rhys stumbled the whole walk back, making it near impossible to get up the stairs to the apartment. Once finally inside I plopped him down on one of the couches. Just as I was about to get him comfortable, I noticed a lump on the loveseat. I turn my attention to the TV, the screen flickering with the Netflix shows. I walk closer to the lump, surprised to see Rain. All curled up with a baby blanket and stuffed cow. Her mouth fell slightly open as she snuggled into the couch.

I couldn't help but feel something twist in my chest. A feeling that I couldn't quite place. She just looked so peaceful, like nothing could hurt her if she stayed just like this. I turn off the TV and just watch her for a moment. My mind whirling with thoughts, she'll be fine on the couch. No it's cold and she'll be safer in her bed. Don't touch her, i***t.

Ugh I wish my brain would just turn off, clearly I didn't drink enough. Going against my better judgment I reach down, putting one arm under Rain's legs and another around her back. I lift her easier than expected, she's so light - too light. Small enough I could carry her with one arm if I wanted. The thought unsettled me.

Rain squirms in my arms, whimpering slightly.

"Hey, shhh, you're okay." I hushed her as I ran a hand through her hair. I watch as her body relaxes and she snuggles deeper into my chest.

Oh f**k. I don't know what it was, but I felt something in my chest, a warmth as I felt her hold onto me.

I carry her to her room, tucking her in with her cow and blanket. I was about to leave when I spotted a coffee mug on her desk. I guess she forgot to take care of it after her morning tea. I was still in trouble with Rhys because of my behavior when Rain was sick, as an apology I've been making her tea before she wakes up. Just something sweet to help her stay calm and help with the nausea. Rhys used to make me the tea when I was sick, so I thought she'd enjoy it. I'd never say it's me leaving the tea. She trusts Rhys more than me and I'd like to keep it that way. She shouldn't trust me, no one should.

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The next day I ran into Rain in the kitchen. I think she realized it was me who brought her to bed because she's been distant. Almost avoiding me completely. Every few nights she'll eat dinner with us, but it's always just a single cup of instant noodles. She eats slowly, like she's trying to save every bite like it's her last. She spends most of dinner picking at her food. I tell myself I don't care, that she's an adult and needs to learn to take care of herself. It's not my problem.