Alex... I Really Don't Hate You.

A figure slipped into the room after she had gotten back into the room. A gentle breeze flew into the room and the incense candle flickered harshly. The breeze threatened to put the light out but the candle fire was stronger and resisted the breeze. The fight between fire and air stopped eventually after the man closed the door gently. 

The body moved closer to the figure on the bed, he sat on the bed and watched her sleeping face. She was sleeping so soundly, that she did not seem to feel repulsed by his presence now that she was sleeping. His eyes lingered on the plaster that covered where he had bitten her. He raised his hand and reached out to touch her but he stopped and flinched knowing how much she hated his presence now.