𝓥𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓽

I watched as he worked, flipping through pages, using a pen to write and then picking up his pencil to work out the math. Papers were spread across his desk, some in little neat piles while others were scattered randomly.

I looked out the window. The sun had set hours ago and it was pitch black.

I was tired, but I wanted to stay up and wait for Dominic.

Suddenly, he cursed, drawing my attention back towards him. I watched as he looked over his work and then started over.

Watching him work felt almost calming, soothing, tired with each moment that past. I brought my legs up, hugging them to my chest when I started to shiver.

He looked at me then and the annoyance that laced his features softened. "Love, you can go to bed." He came closer, putting a blanket around my shoulders.

I shook my head. "I'll stay up with you."

He grinned. "It's almost midnight, go to bed."

I stared at him, and when he realized I wasn't going to listen, he just continued to talk. Sometimes to himself, or asking me a question.

Suddenly, after about another thirty minutes of work, he stood, running a hand through his hair. He was annoyed, that I could tell. I wanted to ask if I could help, but with his type of work, I knew I wouldn't be able to.

Dominic was smart, extremely. He was excellent at math, working problems out in his head, picturing things in his mind before he put it to paper. I couldn't help but feel slightly jealous, yet I was filled with admiration as I watched how devoted he was to his study.

I shivered, finally deciding to lay down under the sheets, surrounded in warmth.

He went back to his desk, looking over his work again.

I looked at him, his sharp jaw and Adam's apple that stuck out in his neck. His hair, reaching down past his eyelashes as he leaned over. His face, masculine and intense. I closed my eyes, still picturing him in my mind. A small smile crossed my lips.

Before I knew it, I was falling asleep. I didn't know how long or how short the time passed before I felt Dominic lay down beside me. He was warm, pulling me into his body. He made me feel small, comfortable, safe.

I could smell his cologne, the sandalwood and mandarin, the undertone of leather.

I grabbed onto his shirt, taking the cloth in fistfuls.

His hand went to rest on my face, sliding the hair back from my forehead before kissing the top of my head, and slowly, falling into sleep.