Bakeoff Drabble (prompt 2)
Caught you, again, she couldn’t help but think when she woke up.
Rolling over, she met surprised bright eyes hidden by tangled hair. “It’s late,” she murmured.
“I know, I’m sorry,” he mumbled, his eyes downcast. Every line of his body was rigid with apprehension.
“You did it again. I thought we talked about this.”
She watched from her place on her side of the bed as he fidgeted.
“I ...” he started before he clammed up, lips pressed into a thin line. Why does he always have to be so difficult, she thought.
She waited for him to come up with logical excuses, and was ready to counter them, dampening her mood. They had been through this so many time already before.
Brilliant green eyes met her blue ones, “You’re disappointed with me aren’t you?”
She was about to open her mouth to agree, when her sleep addled mind remembered to read between the lines. Dammit, he thinks I’m mad.
Sighing, she sidled closer, giving him a close mouthed kiss and hug. “No, Derek, I’m not disappointed at you. I just feel frustrated that you don’t want my help.”
Derek looked down at her, his face serious. “Chloe, what you’re asking ...”
“We’ve been through this. I don’t mind, no, I like, dropping you off an hour out of town so you can enjoy being a werewolf. That includes picking you up, too. I worry less.”
“Chloe ...”
She cut him again, “It’ll raise question if the neighbours see you sneaking into the house late every week.”
Pulling him into bed, Chloe snuggled against him, verging on the edge of sleep. “Can we talk about it in the morning, it’s late.”
“It is morning, technically.” He whispered dryly, but it went unheard by the sleeping woman in his arms.