She's My Sleeping Pill

"Ayen, I-"

She abruptly turned around and put her right hand forward, gesturing him to stop talking. Her eyes were red from feeling frustrated towards herself and her face was equally red from the embarrassment. "I don't want to ruin this vacation that you're planning so, let's lust forget about what I said."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want distractions."

"So, I'm distracting you?"

"I don't want to answer that question. Are we still leaving or are we staying?" Cayenne changed the subject. As much as possible, she wanted him to forget the question she just asked. Little by little, day by day, her feelings were slowly pouring out and it scares her. She was scared that everything would change.

Stefan can see the complex emotions in her eyes. Knowing that it was getting late and she was tired, he didn't want to add to her stress. He just nodded his head and mimed to be zipping his lips. He wanted to hold her hand but Cayenne was keeping a distance from him.

Few minutes later, the two of them were already on the road. One moment, she was watching the night view outside the window but the next time Stefan turned his head to face her, she was asleep and her head kept bumping on the window. He stopped the car on the road side and reclined her chair a little.

"Are we there yet?" Cayenne asked. Her eyes were hazy and unfocused. She looked around her and found Stefan leaning over her, putting a pillow underneath her head. She grabbed his hand and pressed her face on it. "Warm."

Stefan stiffened and watched her purring like a little cat. She was obviously sleepy but Stefan wasn't sure if she was dreaming or if she was aware with what she was doing. He stayed in the same position, his body was pressed on her a little and it took him so much effort to control himself not to kiss her face which was few inches away from him.

When she was finally back to sleep, Stefan pulled his hand away from her, slowly as he returned back to his original position on the driver seat. 'Whoa! She's going to make me crazy if I won't be careful. This woman is oozing so much allure when sleeping.' Stefan mumbled internally while starting the engine of the car.

Night in the city was still bustling with life compared to the peaceful and simple life in the country side. Inside the car, it was so quiet with only the sound of Stefan's heavy breathing and Cayenne's light snore. Stefan would often chuckle when she talks in her sleep but Cayenne stayed asleep all the way to their destination.

When the two of them arrived at the rest house that he rented, it was past midnight and Cayenne was still sleeping deeply. The caretaker of the house heard the loud engine of the car. He woke up and opened the gate to help them come in. He thought that there will be many people who will come along with them. He didn't expect that it would be just a couple.

"Good evening, Mr. Dumrique. I'm Isaac. I am the caretaker of this house." Isaac humbly greeted. "Do you need help with your things?"

"Hn. I'd greatly appreciate it. We have one luggage at the trunk."

"Alright. I'll help you get it." The man named Isaac waited for Stefan to open the car's compartment. After opening it, he reached for Cayenne's bag and slung it on his body. He got out of the car and walked towards her side before opening the door to carry her inside the house.

The caretaker followed them and led them to the master's bedroom. "I am living nearby, sir. If you need help, you can just call me over or my wife."

"Thank you so much."

"Here's the key to all the rooms, the main entrance and the gate." Isaac gave him a bunch of keys with different types. After making sure that they've got nothing else for him to do, he left the house and let the lovers have a rest. He thought that they were having a honeymoon and he didn't want to disturb them.

Stefan arranged their things inside the huge wardrobe found in their room. He took a half bath and changed his clothes to comfortably sleep. He had been moving around, making obvious loud noises to wake her up and ask her to bath but she was still dead asleep with no signs of waking.

He wanted to ask the caretaker to bring over his wife but he was a little concern since it's already late and he didn't want to inconvenience them.

"Am I going to do this or not?" he asked himself while watching the sleeping face of Cayenne. Her lashes were long and a little curvy at the end. Her small face looked so delicate and her red lips were parted a little enough for his tongue to slip in. "Wait! I can't do this. My mind will wander and if I see her naked, I will have more unwarranted thoughts and it's not good. She'd flare up if she knows."

He climbed onto the bed and tried to sleep beside her but his worry kept on circling inside his head. He didn't want her to get rashes from all the dirt that got accumulated on her body from all the travel they had from afternoon to night time. She will certainly feel itchy if she won't bath.

Turning to his side, he tried to wake her up. "Ayen?" he was shaking her shoulders lightly to wake her up. "Ayen, you have to bath." No matter how much he tried to wake her, there was no response from her. "Ayen." Still, sleeping peacefully. "If you won't wake up, I will kiss you and you won't know it."

Even with this threat, Cayenne ignored him and continued to sleep.

"Fine." He sat up from the bed and rose to his feet. "I'll help you out." He muttered under his breath while looking for a basin and a face towel. He opened the tap and put water on the basin before soaking the towel in the water. He washed the towel first to make sure it's clean before using it to wipe on her body.

When Stefan got out from the bathroom with the basin of water and towel, he was facing another predicament involving Cayenne. "How am I suppose to undress you?" She was even wearing a dress which means, he needed to undress her in one go. "This is hell." Stefan mumbled. He put down the basin on the bedside table and sat on the space beside her. "Are you punishing for what I've done earlier? Are you getting back at me?"

He was questioning her but since she was asleep, it was given that she won't answer him. "I promise I'm not doing anything indecent. I won't do anything to you. I'm just going to wipe your body." He slowly lifted the hem of her skirt and when he found that she was wearing shorts, he felt so relieved as if he received amnesty from a death sentence. He pulled it up again until it reached her white and fair bosom. He wanted to close his eyes but he wouldn't be able to continue if he did. Feeling so much pressure, he continued to pull up her dress, making sure that her arms were bent properly for him to get her hands out of the dress' sleeves.

It took him five minutes just to remove her dress for her.

Holding his breath, he rose to his feet and pulled out a clean towel to drape over her exposed body, just letting her arms out. He wrung the towel to remove the excess water before pressing it on her skin to wipe her.

Cayenne subconsciously shivered, feeling the cold towel on her body but she didn't wake up. She really put her guard down when she's with him.

After wiping her left hand, Stefan moved to her right hand, then to her neck and to her two legs. "What should I do with your chest and stomach?" he asked himself once again. Ever since he started doing business, he never felt so conflicted until she arrived in his life. All complicated matters that he felt were because of her.

"I'll just close my eyes." Stefan pulled the towel a little to wipe her chest but when he closed his eyes to avoid seeing her, his imagination was running wild. "This is really measuring my patience and control." He murmured while wiping her chest with his face looking on the other side to avoid watching her.

Cayenne woke up from the coldness that she felt and thought that she had no blanket covering her. When she instinctively tried reaching for the blanket, thinking that they were still in the subdivision, she couldn't find anything and her hand brushed her bare chest which made her shiver again.

When Stefan turned to look at her, his eyes met Cayenne's flaming gaze. "You're a pervert!"