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Inside your deep, you were fully conscious about that lingering feeling—a strong one—related to the man whose heart belonged to you. It was an entity of its own, beyond love, something greater and it brought within a myriad of small feelings which plagued your sleep. Not in a bad way.
Maybe it was his attitude and service towards you. Marcoh treated you better than anyone could possibly do. You're aware of what you feel, you know you want him but you're not prepared yet. Maybe your heart reached its limit for love—not for Marcoh—and that makes you anxious. Could he still try to have you in the end?
He wasn't in a hurry. You preferred it that way. There's a lot of past baggage for you to slowly unpack before utterly accepting him, accepting his love and accepting he found you worthy of his love. You enjoyed his kisses, the way his hands ran through your body gingerly worshipping every inch of it. You adored his manner of showering you with affection, always genuine, always pure and truly caring. However, you need time.
All of these emotions towards him were suffocating in a way you can't explain. It blocked your nostrils, oxygen seemed heavy enough for you to be unable to inhale, your chest tightened and you felt, sometimes, death approaching you. Loving someone is like that? Painful yet beautiful? You can't get enough of it.
There's beauty in the inevitable suffering for love, in the uncovered feelings. You felt alive.
Resting your head on his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat reminded you of what made you enjoy his company and his attentive care. Simple things you cherished, Marcoh being alive is one of them. Marcoh being there with you without being yours hurted, but it’ll pass. You both just need to wait and enjoy the present, bask in the delirious, torrid emotions you feel for each other, appreciate the warmth of his body, his passion for you.
“Could you wait on me…?” a sudden question that made him wrap your waist with his arms.
“I’d wait millennia if it meant I’d be yours in the end, Daan.” He knew everything that was left unsaid.
Before succumbing to Morpheus, you thanked him for loving you in your mind. Emotions would swallow you both one day. One day you can love him freely.
Until then, he will wait for you.