CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

Mikayla was half asleep on the couch when she heard the click sound of the door being opened. Owen entered into the room.

"Why are you still up at this time?" Owen asked shocked to find Mikayla seated on the couch.

"I was waiting for you! Where the hell have you been?" She stood angrily making her way to him.

"I was out taking an evening stroll," Owen lied.

"All that time?" Mikayla asked in disbelief.

"Yes," Owen answered.

"Well I made you some food to eat before you take your medication." Mikayla informed him. "I can warm it for you," She said making her way towards the kitchen.

Shit! He had already forgotten about his medicine.

"No, there is no need. I already ate," Owen said as he poured himself a glass of water. He went to their bedroom and took out his medication. One by one he swallowed the pills.

"What do you mean you already ate?" Mikayla asked as she stormed into the bedroom.

"Where and what did you eat?"

"Do you know the things I've done to make that meal for you?" she said almost bursting into tears.

"Hey, hey Mikayla, I am grateful that you did. And I will have the meal tomorrow so hush now don't you start crying," Owen comforted her as he brought her into a hug.

"I am sorry for upsetting you earlier Owen. I really want this to work. I want us to work." Mikayla said looking up to him.

"I am sorry too. I want us to work too," Owen said not sure if he actually meant those words. He looked back at Mikayla's green cat eyes but he didn't find them as mesmerising as the other pair of black eyes.She was all that was on his mind at the moment. Mikayla then drew in closer for a kiss and her lips met Owen's and he shocked himself by kissing back. The kiss was so soft, smooth, tender and sweet. The kiss was in perfect sync and from the way they protectively held onto each other, there was something more to this kiss. Owen's mind blurred all the Images of Luna that threatened to be revealed and this beauty occupied it. His heart was beating super fast against his chest and butterflies crept to his stomach as the kiss intensified. Mikayla's hands on his jawline burnt his skin with comfort and pleasure. When they broke off the kiss and their eyes met, he was in complete awe of the beauty that stood before him.

" Hey Mikayla, why don't you get into bed and sleep, I take a shower then i'll join you,"

"Okay. I really am sleepy. If you find me asleep please don't wake me up. I don't like my sleep being disturbed. And please don't forget to switch off the lights." Mikayla informed Owen.

"Okay then, Goodnight," Owen said as he planted a kiss on her forehead.

He quickly took a shower and by the time he was done, he found Mikayla sound asleep. A small smile was fixated on her face. She seemed so peaceful. Owen smiled knowing that he might have been the cause of that peaceful smile. But maybe it was from the Sweet dream she could be having. He thought to himself not wanting to get his hopes up.

He got into his sweats and t-shirt both black in colour, then switched off the lights before joining Mikayla in their king sized bed.

He closed his eyes hoping to fall asleep but to no avail. It was 2:00 a.m when he finally fell asleep but not for long.

By 2:45 he was up breathing heavily and sweating profusely from the nightmare he had. His eyes being met by darkness made it even worse. Owen was never a fan of darkness. He always slept with his lights on till to-date. It was childish but this was one of his weaknesses. He was really tempted to turn on the lights or wake Mikayla up but he remembered her words. He turned to look at her and she was still sound asleep.

He tried waking her up but she turned on the other side of the bed moving farther away from him.

Fear crept inside him minute by minute. His fears always led into panic attacks and he did not want that happening. Especially that night.

Feeling one slowly threatening to make its way, he quickly took his phone from the bed-side table where he had placed it. He turned on the flashlight. Slowly he got out of bed, lifted his sandals with his hands and snuck out of the bedroom slowly without alarming Mikayla. He made his way into the living room and sat down on the sofa contemplating on what to do. He thought of only one person who would help him out, Luna.

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It was 2:50 and Luna was still rolling on her bed trying to fall asleep. She had even rolled down the metal top roof above the glass covered roof of her bedroom. She was on her back admiring the stars that were shining up above her and she was mostly intrigued by the moonlight that illuminated her whole room. This was what soothed her into sleep whenever she was restless. She was slowly falling asleep when her phone rang. Damn it! Who could it be at that hour. She picked up the call without even checking who it was.

"Yes?"

"Luna are you asleep?" a deep familiar voice spoke on the other end. Was she dreaming? Maybe she was.

"Not anymore, Who is it by the way?" she asked eyes still closed.

"It's Owen." with that simple answer, she was fully awake.

"What is it Owen? are you ok?" she asked getting up and sitting on the bed.

"No I am not. I had a terrible nightmare and I couldn't sleep." He replied. Luna could tell from his voice that he was pretty shaken up.

"How can I help you," Luna asked softly.

"Would you please open your door for me? I really need someone to talk to." He requested.

"What about Mikayla?" Luna asked

"She said she does not want to disturbed," He replied

"Where are you right now?" Luna asked.

"I am at your doorstep. Please open the door for me its really cold out here." Owen answered.

Luna quickly got up and opened the door for him. A pretty shaken up and scared figure stared back at him. Soon as Owen saw Luna, he swiftly got into her arms, relief flooding into his frail frightened body.

Luna confused by the hug she was suddenly engulfed in, she found herself hugging back and comforting Owen by rubbing her hands behind his back. They both felt warm and safe in each others arms. It was as if nothing could harm either of them when the other was around.Not forgetting the sparks that kept on electrifying their bodies whenever they made contact.