to comprehend with what could have happened if Isabel walked inside alone and was faced with an intruder.
“I didn’t want to overreact. I saw the kitchen window open and couldn’t remember opening it myself and panicked. I’m sure I’m the one who opened it and I just forgot. It’s happened before.” She shut her eyes.
Luke became silent. He pulled her into his arms and held her firmly against his chest for quite some time. He finally pulled her away, gripped her face in both of his hands and looked into her deep brown eyes. “Well I’m not leaving you alone tonight. And don’t bother arguing with me because I can assure you I will win. Go get ready for bed and I’ll bunk here on the couch.”
“Luke, really. You don’t have to…”
“I mean it Isabel, don’t argue with me. Go to bed. You need to get some sleep.”
Isabel thought in reality this should be the most awkward situation she could possibly find herself in. A sleep over with the boss. How out of place does that sound? She waited for the discomfort to kick in but she was oddly at ease. She threw her arms around his neck and tightly embraced him in relief. “Thank you.” She whispered.
He stroked a hand down her hair. “You can thank me by going and getting some rest.” She kissed him lightly on the cheek and headed upstairs. Once Luke was alone he looked around the house making sure all windows and doors were locked. He didn’t notice any tampering or evidence of a possible break in. He looked for an alarm system but failed to find one.
“Unbelievable.” He muttered to himself. “The woman has her mother’s art pieces worth 20k each lying around with no damn alarm.”
Luke stripped down to just his boxer briefs and sprawled on the wide couch. His mind pondered upon all the unanswered questions regarding Isabel’s behavior and wanted to know what triggered her panic so easily. Was she getting any help? Is this why her mother was so concerned? He finally drifted to a light sleep. Two hours later he was awakened to the sounds of sobbing. He sprung to his feet and realized the sound came from upstairs. He followed the noise to Isabel’s bedroom and realized she was crying in her sleep. It broke his heart to see her distressed. She struggled and continued to cry in a helpless voice, too drowned into her dream to separate it from reality. Her hands fisting the sheets, she shook her head trying to wake herself up. The sight was too agonizing to watch. Luke kneeled to her bedside and began to wake her. He just couldn’t stand there and watch her being tortured.
“Baby wake up. It’s just a bad dream.” He murmured to her while stroking her hair. He watched her struggle to break from her spellbound nightmare. He continued to stroke her hair and speak softly into her ear hoping to comfort her.
“I can’t breathe.” She gasped. “I can’t breathe.”
“Yes you can. Just concentrate.”
It took a great deal of effort but she finally stirred away from her demons. “Luke?” She cried out and fluttered her wet eyes. It was as if his voice had finally broken the curse.
“I’m here baby.” He kissed her forehead. “You’re safe I promise.” He brushed his lips over her tear stained cheek.
“Oh God Luke, hold me please. I’m so scared.” She continued to weep.
Luke hesitated but finally got into her cold bed. He pulled her close in a warm embrace and held her. Soon his heated body warmed her sheets and Isabel settled into his comforting arms. She rested her cheek on his bare chest and wrapped her arms tight around his waist. She held on to him firmly, afraid if she relaxed her hold she might lose him. Luke continued stroking her hair and whispered to her until he felt her body become limp as she slipped away into deep slumber. Her thin silky night gown barely left any barriers between them as she pressed her body snugly to his. It was the first time in Luke’s
“I didn’t want to overreact. I saw the kitchen window open and couldn’t remember opening it myself and panicked. I’m sure I’m the one who opened it and I just forgot. It’s happened before.” She shut her eyes.
Luke became silent. He pulled her into his arms and held her firmly against his chest for quite some time. He finally pulled her away, gripped her face in both of his hands and looked into her deep brown eyes. “Well I’m not leaving you alone tonight. And don’t bother arguing with me because I can assure you I will win. Go get ready for bed and I’ll bunk here on the couch.”
“Luke, really. You don’t have to…”
“I mean it Isabel, don’t argue with me. Go to bed. You need to get some sleep.”
Isabel thought in reality this should be the most awkward situation she could possibly find herself in. A sleep over with the boss. How out of place does that sound? She waited for the discomfort to kick in but she was oddly at ease. She threw her arms around his neck and tightly embraced him in relief. “Thank you.” She whispered.
He stroked a hand down her hair. “You can thank me by going and getting some rest.” She kissed him lightly on the cheek and headed upstairs. Once Luke was alone he looked around the house making sure all windows and doors were locked. He didn’t notice any tampering or evidence of a possible break in. He looked for an alarm system but failed to find one.
“Unbelievable.” He muttered to himself. “The woman has her mother’s art pieces worth 20k each lying around with no damn alarm.”
Luke stripped down to just his boxer briefs and sprawled on the wide couch. His mind pondered upon all the unanswered questions regarding Isabel’s behavior and wanted to know what triggered her panic so easily. Was she getting any help? Is this why her mother was so concerned? He finally drifted to a light sleep. Two hours later he was awakened to the sounds of sobbing. He sprung to his feet and realized the sound came from upstairs. He followed the noise to Isabel’s bedroom and realized she was crying in her sleep. It broke his heart to see her distressed. She struggled and continued to cry in a helpless voice, too drowned into her dream to separate it from reality. Her hands fisting the sheets, she shook her head trying to wake herself up. The sight was too agonizing to watch. Luke kneeled to her bedside and began to wake her. He just couldn’t stand there and watch her being tortured.
“Baby wake up. It’s just a bad dream.” He murmured to her while stroking her hair. He watched her struggle to break from her spellbound nightmare. He continued to stroke her hair and speak softly into her ear hoping to comfort her.
“I can’t breathe.” She gasped. “I can’t breathe.”
“Yes you can. Just concentrate.”
It took a great deal of effort but she finally stirred away from her demons. “Luke?” She cried out and fluttered her wet eyes. It was as if his voice had finally broken the curse.
“I’m here baby.” He kissed her forehead. “You’re safe I promise.” He brushed his lips over her tear stained cheek.
“Oh God Luke, hold me please. I’m so scared.” She continued to weep.
Luke hesitated but finally got into her cold bed. He pulled her close in a warm embrace and held her. Soon his heated body warmed her sheets and Isabel settled into his comforting arms. She rested her cheek on his bare chest and wrapped her arms tight around his waist. She held on to him firmly, afraid if she relaxed her hold she might lose him. Luke continued stroking her hair and whispered to her until he felt her body become limp as she slipped away into deep slumber. Her thin silky night gown barely left any barriers between them as she pressed her body snugly to his. It was the first time in Luke’s
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