Nephilim and the Nun

Chapter 24: •Awake•

Quinn:

I resurfaced in the bedroom, expecting the usual alluring view but instead, she was seated on the bed,

her back to me. The room was bathed with the soft yellow glow of the bedside lamp.

Though the windows were locked with curtains down, the creaking of crickets and hooting of an owl

somewhere in the woods still sailed into my ears loudly like they were close by. Through these noises, I

was still able to hear the almost silent sniffing coming from the woman on the bed.

She was crying.

Taking my time, I stripped off my clothes down to my boxers before moving towards her on the bed. If

she was aware of my presence she didn't show it.

By the time I got to her, I saw her wiping at her eyes to clean off the tears that had stained her cheeks

but she couldn't hide her red-rimmed eyes that were swollen and puffy.

"Why are you crying?" I sat opposite her on the bed, tilting her chin upwards till her eyes met mine.

In response, she shook her head in denial.

"Tell me" I urged on softly, my gaze holding hers.

"I...it's nothing". She shook her head again, sniffing.

As much as I wanted to probe her for an answer, I let it go, keeping my curiosity at bay. Wrapping my

arms around her, I pulled her onto me. She automatically rested her head on my chest.

Though she denied nothing was wrong, It was very much obvious that she was lying. Further

confirmation was the tears that slipped from her eyes onto my chest.

I rested my head on hers, rubbing her back gently to soothe her pains or whatever it was that was

making her sob.

After a while, the silent sobs stopped. In their place were her steady breaths and the even sounds of

her heartbeat. She was asleep with her head still on my chest.

Slowly, I lowered my back to the bed, to avoid waking her. I laid on the bed with her sleeping form on

me and my arms wound tightly around her waist. Her wavy blonde hair was splayed on my chest.

Having her in my arms that way, it felt so natural like she was born to be there.

While continuously staring at her sleeping form, I had the strangest urge to place a kiss on her head. I

passed it off as wanting to soothe her pains.

Why she was crying was still unknown to me and it baffled me.

The woman I'd come to know was a strong one. Even in the face of death, she didn't show her

weakness. If there was something that could make her cry, then it must be dear to her heart.

Giving in to the rapidly growing urge, I leaned down and gently grazed my lips on her temple. With that,

I rested my head back on the pillow, closing my eyes to sleep but the thoughts of what could be

bothering her took over my mind.

Each night, the woman claimed my thoughts. If it isn't her hot as hell body, then it's something about

her. At the thoughts of her body that was resting against mine, my cock began to stir.

Not the time buddy. I muttered slowly. But it didn't stop me from fantasizing. The next morning, I woke

up to an empty bed. She was gone. But the windows were opened which meant she was still in the

cabin.

That knowledge made me heave in relief. I didn't take thoughts of her being gone well. The realization

hit me hard.

Again, I passed it off as caring about her well being. But deep down, I knew I was getting too invested

in the nun, more than I'd bargained for. I wanted to fuck her. That was clear. Any other feelings, I

couldn't discern. But one thing was clear.

I was getting used to having her around.

Discarding these thoughts to the pit of my stomach, I climbed out of bed and pulled on sweatpants.

Thereafter, I went about my usual routine of exercise. A while later, I stepped out of the room to clean

up.

As soon as I stepped into the hallway, the mouth-watering aroma of whatever she was making seized

my nostrils and had me salivating. Apart from the aroma, the melodious tune she was humming filled

my ears. For a moment, I stood on the spot, smiling.

Finally feeling at home. I muttered to myself.

Ignoring my intended destination, I strode into the kitchen to see her standing by the stove with a spoon

in hand. All I wanted to do was to walk up to her, wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her neck,

while whispering sweet words into her ears, as a way of saying *good morning*

"Morning beautiful" I finally greeted, meaning it. A grin was etched on my face.

She must have been oblivious to my presence. On hearing my voice, she turned towards me, a small

smile on her face.

"Hi" she grinned.

That was when I noticed she was wearing an apron atop the t-shirt she had on. The apron moulded her

tits like it was made for her. The sight created a fantasy in my head that Involved her dressed in nothing

but an apron, my cock deep in her pussy.

"Had a good night?" I asked, mentally shaking my head to clear my dirty thoughts.

"Yeah...and thank you...for last night" The grin fell from her face, replaced by a serious expression.

"You're welcome". I replied, nodding.

We stood there for a while, just staring at each other.

"Need to clean up. Have fun coking". I winked at her, turning to leave.

"About last night…" she started, stopping me in my tracks. I turned back towards her. "I…"

I wanted to tell her she didn't have to tell me about whatever it was if she wasn't ready but the curious

bastard in me couldn't say the words out loud. When it comes to the woman, I wanted to know

everything I could about her.

"I was...I was just worried about my mom. She'd be so worried about me, thinking I might be dead". Her

voice broke.

Without thinking, I stepped towards her, pulling her into me for a hug. My hands moved to her back,

rubbing soothingly.

"She'll be fine. Look at things from the bright side. You're still alive and you'll see her when all this Is

over".

When I released her, her eyes were glistening with unshed tears but she nodded in agreement with my

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"Thank you"

"Anytime honey"

Instinctively, I leaned down and kissed her temple. It came as a surprise to both of us. I'd done it so fast

it almost felt like a dream. She stood there, staring into my eyes, lips parted a little. I stepped away and

turned to leave to avoid ogling her parted lips.

I got into the bathroom and cleaned my teeth. Thereafter, I decided to cut some length off my long hair.

It was getting past my shoulders already and I wasn't a fan of long hair. I took scissors and was about

to snip off a handful when I felt a hand holding my arm.

My eyes traveled to see her standing there. I'd left the bathroom door open.

"Let me help you"