Eli, he didn't have an answer as to how, or why, not really, as to why Skye changed him so much. Maybe she didn't, but when he was with her, he was careful. More careful than he had ever been before because he didn't want her to worry about him and partly because he didn't want her to know, period. Because then she would be a liability to his business and if she became a liability, he would have to make a choice. It would either be his gang and his business or it would be Skye Harper. Maybe if he could figure it out and explain to her the why, maybe he could have both.
Happily following Skye, Eli grinned as she leaned in for a kiss. God, she was perfect. She really was. She managed to surprise him, after almost every turn. Skye just had a way of looking at the world that opened his eyes to the world and he was addicted to her. Eli knew he had developed an attraction he wouldn't necessarily be able to kill but he couldn't help it.
Protecting her was of his biggest concern because he had enemies, that was no surprise. But he had to protect her. Both from the physical threats out there to the mental ones - the ones that would alert her to everything that Eli had ever done in his life. The stealing, the murders, the threats. There was nothing that he hadn't done but it had all been in the name of something better, at least for him. Whether it was for his life or whether it was for the greater good, that was up for debate. Not that he cared one way or another, so long as it served his better interest, why should he care?
Eli didn't know what he should do, he didn't know if he should ask the question or if he should wat to see if she would ever ask. But then, he didn't know how this whole dating thing worked. Sure, Eli was confident with women because he could be. It was that simple. He was good looking and charming, that always attracted ladies. Some, he didn't want the attention of and then others, then there was Skye. One girl that he had never been able to get his mind off of after meeting her. Sitting beside her on the bench, Eli glanced down to his hands and flexed them, turning them over to stare at the scars that covered his knuckles. Questions had been asked but he had always been good at brushing them off, Skye seemed almost too gullible. She believed anything that he told her. He knew that was for the best and yet, Eli didn't know if that was what he preferred.
Clearing his throat, Eli looked back up to Skye with a hesitant sort of smile on his lips. "Well, we've been together... for awhile. Some people would even go as far as to think it was long enough to marry," he paused with a laugh and a shake of his head, "But every morning, I find myself waking up, wishing you were there beside me." Eli was quiet for a moment longer before taking a deep breath. Fuck, why was he nervous? He didn't know. It wasn't as if Eli didn't make hard enough decisions about peoples' lives and would in the future, so what was so hard about asking her to move in with him?
"Move in with me." Eli said it so quickly, like he was afraid if he waited any longer, he would lose his courage and not ask her. What was the worst that could go wrong, right? She could say that was too much... but really, that didn't have to be the end of it. It would all work out, Eli was sure of it. Regardless of what happened, it would work out the way that it was meant to. He had to have faith, that was all he had these days.
November 24th, 2015 at 05:42am