Love Unspoken

She had already moved from the head of the bed to the foot, staring intently at the bathroom door, waiting for him to come out. When he did, she patted the bed, inviting him over.

Alexander walked out, drying his hair with a towel, wearing a white bathrobe. The open collar showed the bandages on his chest.

"Why are you at the foot of the bed?" he asked.

Quinn tilted her head back with a cheeky smile. "Waiting for you."

Alexander met her gaze, feeling a mix of emotions.

He wiped his hair a few more times, tossed the towel onto the sofa, and lifted the blanket off her. "Get back to the head of the bed." "Okay," she said quickly, crawling back to the head of the bed.

After turning off the lights, as soon as he got into bed, she snuggled into his arms.

He held her close; her pajamas were so thick it felt like he was holding a furry soft toy.

Quinn loved his scent, a faint fragrance she couldn't identify but somehow, it made her feel secure.

In her homesick loneliness, holding Alexander and smelling his scent was her only comfort.

Her hair brushed his jaw, the fuzz on her pajamas tickled his chest, and her breath warmed his neck.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, the tightening grip around her waist woke her up.

her cheek pressed against his neck, she

it almost seemed as if he wanted to squeeze her in half. She

rubbed his cheek against hers and whispered

is it?" she

voice becoming husky. "I can't

understand and thought for a moment. "Do you need to go to the

the bathroom," Alexander gritted

what can't you hold back?" Quinn

and the room lights came

her instinctively bury

and sat up on the

thinking, 'Why is he pulling me up? I don't

you doing?"

her hand and said ambiguously,

and nodded. "You mean

and kissed her lips. "Just think of

said, "But I'm sleepy. Let's play

to coax her, to coax him. She couldn't understand his

closed his eyes, and stayed like that for about ten

and finally let go of