Densed atmosphere

Darien reached for his phone which was resting on the dresser. It's really hard to sleep knowing Jem might be in danger.

She still didn't test back, after his voice mails and texts, nothing.

Daisy and he stayed at the bakery worried sick for her, they would have slept through the night if not for Arie who came to pick him up so they could go home together. They had to wake Daisy up before taking her home to Sean.

It's only fair that Jem calls or texts them back to say she's still alive but she didn't.

He is more angry than he is worried, if he calls her and she doesn't pick he might lose the tiny bit of patience left in him.

He turned to face Arie who was snoring with his lips slightly open. He smiled and then put his index finger in his gaped mouth.

Arie subconsciously slapped his lips to get rid of whatever touched him but he missed Darien's hand. The latter suppressed the urge to burst out laughing, Arie is the funniest character he knows even when he is sleeping.

"Arie," he whispered into his ears.

Startled, Arie slapped his ears hard. So hard that he wakes up from his dream about Brad Dallas holding hands with him at a dinner table at the top of Mount Everest.

He looked at Darien who was laughing at the priceless expression he had on his face. One that says I'm gonna kill you for this.

"Seriously, we're still doing this."

"I love you," Darien whispered just to avoid the strength of Arie's pillow fight after being woken up from his sleep early in the morning.

"I hate you right now." Arie frowned.

Darien chuckled. "Sorry, my love I want you to call Jem on your phone that's why I woke you up."

"Couldn't you have done that yourself?" Arie yelled pulling his hair. If Darien was someone else he would have strangled them by now.

"I'm sorry, I'm really mad at Jem right now I might say something I'd regret."

"D, it's 5:00 am"

"Just call her, please."

Arie nodded then took his phone from Darien. It's been a while since he saw his boyfriend look this worried for anyone. Reconciling with Jem really brought back the old days.

Days where Darien acted like Jem's big brother all the time even when she already had one.

Matt stood facing the window watching the silhouette of a man stand up from his bed went over to his window and sat on something like a chair in front of a desk. The man opened his laptop, placed his right hand on his jaw, and started tapping on his keyboard.

Matt had spent most of the night watching the activity in that room. They fought over something that made her shut the door leaving him outside his bedroom. She sat on the bed and cried staring at the door.

After a short while, she stood up to open it then the man walked in. Immediately he grabbed her face and locked her lips with his.

While Silhouettes wrestled desperately to have passionate sex after a fight.

He listened in to the sound they made while they did it, but his eyes laid on his sleeping Jemima.

He doesn't remember what it feels like to love a woman, hold her, kiss her, and make love to her. But this little girl awakens so many forgotten emotions inside him.

He wants her so badly, he is losing control of himself. Everything about her is irresistible.

Maybe Edward is right maybe he is in love with her after all. Love makes us think crazy things, do crazy things, and want crazy things. Like the urge to kiss her while she sleeps.

The night was tense. Being in a room with a girl he thinks he loves while watching two people have sex is more torturing than having to do his brother's will against his little Jemima.

Now the man is awake after a pleasant night with his lover. Despite the conflict in his heart, the man was pleased about the one thing he cared most about, his woman.

Matt smoothed a smirk then turned to his little Jemima who looked so beautiful and peaceful in her sleep.

It felt like she was in a place where no one could hurt her. Including him. He wished she could stay in there forever where people like him and his brother couldn't hurt her.

He walked to her bed his eyes fixated on her face. He stood beside her bed still staring at her face. He loves watching it sleep, he might even add it to his hobby or better still make her sleep forever.

He smiled at the crazy thought of locking her in a dream state for the rest of her life. It's a terrible thing to do to someone you care about.

He sat on the bed hoping she would open her eyes but she didn't.

He studied her body carefully looking for a place he could touch that was not her face.

Her ears. It's attached to her face but it's not her face. Slowly he grabbed her ear lobes with his thumb and index finger in the slightest way possible.

The softness of her skin drives him crazy. Everything about her is so fragile that sometimes he fears he might hurt her by just holding her too hard.

Jem is in a deep sleep, she has no idea what is going on around her. But the air kept getting thinner and thinner in the room she could hardly breathe.

But just like when she buried herself underwater without fear of drowning she smiled at the intensity of the atmosphere.

There is no limit to his unrivaled effect on her. Even in her sleep, she adores his mere presence. It's what people would call phenomenal. But who cares, this feels better than breathing.

Just when she thought suffocating in his presence was amazing she felt his skin fondle her earlobe. Everything in her body melted instantly, She exhaled a moan reliving her a bit from the suffocation.