I wake up in my own bed alone and blink around in disorientated confusion. I fell asleep on the couch, yet I wake here in a bed that is obvious he has never ventured into. It's completely unbelievable to me that he would take the time and care to put me in bed like this and I sit up to gather my wits and shake my brain awake.
It's gotten to the stage with him that I never know which way is up. He's a contradiction to himself in every way, the hints of decent that sometimes linger in him and sometimes peek through, and then he turns into a complete demon of epic proportions. I can't read him or get my head around him.
Psycho to gentle lover in a heartbeat, but he's still a bossy control freak with severe issues. Alexi is a mind fuck and I know I just made a huge mistake in letting him have the last ounces of me. Control is his thing, possession, and I just gave him the one part that he didn't already own willingly.