LOVER MONSTER!
46. Unnerved.

The weight of an arm shackles Jessica from changing her sleeping position. Because of the burden that appeared out of nowhere as well, Jessica's deep sleep became disturbed. He slowly found consciousness.

Jessica, who had previously slept comfortably, opened her eyes and found a man-arm burly arm with a giant weight, piercing her stomach. Become an anchor that makes it unable to move freely. The owner of the arm-Demian Bellamy-sleeps soundly next to Jessica.

Seeing the whereabouts of Demian by her side, Jessica again remembered Demian who had decided to stay overnight. The man complained of fatigue and wanted Jessica to massage him.

Of course, that ridiculous request Jessica answered with a middle finger. Jessica couldn't possibly obey Demian's will just because she asked for it. Especially if it is a massage.

Since when did Jessica become a masseuse?

"If you want a free massage, get married. Usually husband and wife often exchange massages if they are tired." It was Jessica said last night. He recalled his remark back while staring at Demian's serene face.

"Does that mean you'd only massage me if I were your husband?" the man's remarks were intended as a defense against Jessica's ridicule. There is no serious meaning there. Jessica's heart shouldn't be beating strongly. He should not be captivated.

Having Demian as a husband, that was an impossible percentage to happen. Zero, zero, tone.

That man is not a typical household man who will hold you in warmth, responsible for you in all hardships. He is not a man who will promise at the holy altar, to love one's life. A man like Demian was a man who was only unsightly. 

Like a character in a romance novel that makes butterflies fly in your stomach, but will never be in your hands. Demian is such a man. Jessica knows it.

He knew, but looking at Demian who held him tightly, naive thoughts inevitably sprung up in the head.

Demian in a black tuxedo suit, she's in an elegant wedding dress.

The shadow flashed in Jessica's mind, reminding her of the fact that, Demian forever will only be that limited. A man he imagines exists, but will never be an important part of his life.

Demian is not the man who will be her husband.

But she's so beautiful in the eyes.

As a normal girl, it was natural that she fell asleep. Especially when Demian held her so tightly. Always teasing him, appearing as he pleases, uttering a flutter that makes cheeks blush. Demian..., he's the one who's gone too far.

Klang's!

The sound of iron clanking was heard all the way to Jessica's room, she was aghast by the loudness of her voice. Someone's been kicking iron or garbage cans out there, it could be. Jessica tried to get up from her lying position and.brugh!

One pull made him fall back in his original position.

Demian's awake.

"Where are you going?" tanyanya, sounding with eyes still closed.

"I want to check something out" Jessica said. Since the voice just now was quite big, Jessica was afraid that something might happen outside.

Demian finally opened her eyes, her pair of dark irises glaring at Jessica. "You don't have to worry about something that's none of your business, can you? It's still 5 in the morning, go back to sleep."

"You who go back to sleep, don't think of me."

"Tsk!" Demian held Jessica back, this time using her legs as well. He held Jessica as if the girl was his pillow. "Nothing important is happening out there" Demian said. "A ruckus is common outside, it's Las Vegas."

"Do you want to make me die of asphyxiation?"

"I want to make you stop worrying about anything and go to sleep." Demian pressed her forehead on Jessica's temple, forcing the girl to get closer in her arms. "If you can't sleep, you can look at me like that. I don't mind."

"Huh?" Demian's words meant that she realized that Jessica had been staring at her for a long time when she was asleep. How could? Does he have a third eye on his forehead?

Jessica - with extra strength - managed to loosen Demian's tight lock on her body. While propping up her head, Jessica lay on her side facing Demian who was now looking at her. A pair of sleepy and sweet eyes.

"Don't react like I'm weird" Demian said. "Only you can sleep soundly when stared at all night."

"Who's been staring at me sleeping all night?"

"I." Demian chimed in while thinly snickered. "I'm not like you, a little commotion has awakened me. Being stared at for a long time also makes me wake up."

"So you're weird."

"There's nothing strange about being alert." Demian cupped Jessica's cheek with her left hand, "Now, since you've been caught red-handed? Are you in love?"

"Don't expect the no." Jessica's intonation is puffed up. "I'm just looking at you because you have such an unsightly look. You're so different when you sleep, you're not annoying. I think you better sleep forever."

"Evil. If I sleep forever, you won't have an unsightly person."

Jessica's laughter escaped weakly. "I praised you once, and you were instantly narcissistic."

"I'm not narcissistic, I'm unsightly. After all, I'm your idol, right? You risked ten strawberries for me. It's so sweet."

"Maybe that's why I lost."

Demian nodded, "You should have risked more strawberries."

Because they are in bed and drowsiness still controls some of their consciousness, their exchange of speech occurs in gentle and low intonation.

Jessica-when laughing even, restraining her intonation from increasing. It was as if they had someone else to worry about there.

"I have an idea" whispered Demian back.

"No, I'm serious." Demian reached for his phone on the table. Jessica noticed Demian and was suspicious. What kind of madness does that man want to do now? At five in the morning silent?

After typing something on her phone, Demian then pulled herself up and forcibly pulled Jessica, to get up.

"What the fuck?" Jessica complained.

"Come, I'll take you for a walk." Demian headed to the sofa and put on his leather jacket. She then glanced at the cute looking Jessica in her pink satin pajamas. He was like a rabbit, like a gentle and sweet marshmallow.

"Can I mind?" Jessica is still sleepy. He won't move.

"There are only two options, then." Demian approached Jessica after putting on her jacket. He cupped Jessica's cheeks together in her palm, "A company I walk or give me the rations you refused last night?"

The answer is definitely a walk!

*

Jessica stands on a bridge opposite the Hoover Dam. A black coat that he took carelessly from the closet encircled his body that was wearing only thin satin pajamas.

Damn, Demian.

Jessica did not expect that Demian would take her for a long walk until she reached Hoover Dam. Hoover Dam or Hoover Dam is a tourist spot that is quite far from Almond street or the strip. 

Jessica thought Demian's call-to-road would only be in the center of Las Vegas, not on a bridge connecting Las Vegas with Phoenix. They're too far away. Also.., it's still half six in the morning.

"God..," Jessica glanced at Demian who was still at home sitting on his motorcycle. The bastard who had forced Jessica to go for a walk that morning was chugging at a can of coffee she bought on the street.

Jessica cold.

"Have you ever been here?" Demian returned Jessica's gaze, a smile rising on her face. "I really like it here, especially early in the morning."

"Do we have no problem being here?" Jessica meant, no one but them was on that bridge. Vehicles may be passing by a lot, but no one stops by.

"Actually it can't."

"Eh, seriously?"

Demian nodded.

"Police usually patrol. If you look like you're here, you'll be asked to pay a fine."

When she heard the police, Jessica was horrified. "Then let's go." Jessica was not willing to get involved in any illegal situation. He did not want to be arrested and entered the morning paper. Elixir's name could be broken.

"Hahahahahaa," Demian got off his bike and grabbed onto Jessica's shoulder. "Are you cold?"

Sensing Demian's casual demeanor, Jessica's gaze sharpened. "Are you kidding me just now?"

"Of course, you idiot. Unless you're intent on killing yourself, then you'll be arrested by the police." Demian sauntered leisurely beside Jessica. They're on the foot-walk route.

The sun slowly rises.

"So you've never been here, huh?"

Demian glanced at Jessica at a glance, her smile flaring thin as she realized where Jessica's gaze was heading now. The girl was busy staring down there, at the sight of Hoover dam, river and rocks. His pair of emeralds sparkled, capturing all the scenery before him with a faint enthusiasm.

The wind that greeted his body did not make him move away from the fence. Jessica even docked tighter, her hair wafting freely following the wind.

Demian-under the same wind, strangely felt the warmth there. The sight of Jessica who was next to him, standing without a sound, made a scorching heat on his chest. Covering his entire body.

Without exchanging words with Jessica there, Demian finds herself happy.

"Thank you for bringing me here" Jessica turned to Demian, her black mane flying past her cheeks and neck, making her fall apart. While looking at Demian as well, Jessica flashed a smile that implied gentleness and sincerity.

Beauties.

Demian was silent, his tongue was fixated unable to give a response.

Demian...,

No, it's impossible. What he thinks. Just because Jessica was so beautiful and mirage-like, she couldn't possibly fall in love. That's a distant analysis. His brain was thinking too much.

That.., it's impossible.

"Jessica..." Demian slipped a hand into his pants pocket, muttering as he tried to pull aside the presumptuous conclusion his brain gave. "Come, back. You've been shivering in the cold."

"Ah, right..." Jessica raised her palm and showed off her flushed skin. "I could freeze to death."

Demian's intention was to bring Jessica there just for the sake of the mess. Since the girl left unprepared, she wanted to see Jessica freeze in the cold and hug her all the way.

Demian's intention towards the bridge was only for fad, he did not expect to go home while carrying a stock of feelings.

Love, that's impossible, right?

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