Bruce throws his jacket on top of the table, seating himself on the couch. Cookie slowly raises herself and walks towards him, twirling around his legs. His eyes instantly trails down to my cat as he inches his torso down, gently touching it. "You have a thing for cats."

"Shut up." I mutter before walking into the bedroom, grabbing onto a blanket and a pillow newly packed in my closet.

My feet quickly walks back to the living room, throwing each materials at him. Bruce instantly grabs them and places it on top of the couch, trailing his eyes to me. I lean my back against the wall, folding both arms. "You leave next morning."

"No." Bruce says without hesitation, returning his attention to my cat. I scoff and walk towards the desk as I grab a hold of the remote. Nothing special is playing, but I needed complete silence.

I turn off the TV exposing the sound of rain dropping against the foggy window. Bruce quickly gets up. "Where's the bathroom?"

My eyes darts towards the small hallway, pointing at the end of the door. "That one."

Bruce walks past me with a sudden movement, disappearing in the shadows of the corridor.

I glance back at my cat and kneels over it, stroking her tail gently. Cookie starts purring of satisfaction. A smile creeps onto my lips with a small chuckle. The sound of the floor creaking behind me, caught my attention. Bruce quickly walks past me and seats himself on the couch, throwing his shirt in the floor.

"I'll be in my room if you need me." My voice turns softly before he nods and formally lay his body on top of the couch, wrapping the blanket around the waist.

I immediately walk back to my room and shut the door behind me, throwing my robe to the side and crawls inside my blanket, cuddling my way in. Cookie didn't budge, instead she stayed with him during the night.

My thoughts starts traveling around, wondering if wether I should've invited him to my bed. It gets pretty cold in the living room at night. Yet he insisted to sleep on the couch, there wasn't much of a choice after-all. However, something told me to leave the rest to the past and bond with him again; because I miss him.

I wake up slowly in the middle of the night, hearing a couple of groans coming through the door. My thoughts immediately trails off what could he possibly be doing. It's bad to say this but if he really insisted on handling his manhood, this wasn't the perfect time.

I shut my eyes again but the groaning continues. My eyelids quickly pops open as a couple of moans slips out of my mouth in frustration. I sit up and throw my feet on the wooden floor, grabbing a hold of my robe laying on the ground before wrapping it around my tiny figure.

I open the door immediately as I build the strength to keep him quiet, but he's sleeping. Yet he continues to groan a couple of time. My eyes trails off to his figure rolling around and notice the amount of sweat he is producing. I slowly inch closer to him, hearing a couple of words mumbling through him.

"Stop. Stop!" Bruce spat eagerly, switching his position from laying on the right-side. It immediately clicks for me, that he's having a nightmare.

I slowly tighten the grip on my waist from letting my robe parts it's way as I kneel over, gently shaking him. He groans a couple of times, yet I continue.

Bruce's eyes shot open in surprise, instantly grasping onto my wrist and throws himself from the couch. My eyes immediately darts up to his, until his grip becomes tighter and throws me on top of the couch. My heart hammers through my chest violently of a sudden reaction. Our breathing sync, shallowing and fast. For a moment he simply gazes into my eyes, hovering over my face. A cold sweat drops from his bare chest onto her silky robe, adding a small dark circle to it.

Bruce slowly comes back to reality as he scans the room before looking into my eyes again. He immediately loosen his grip around my wrist and backs away. Guilt flowing all around his expression.

"I'm sorry." He mutters and continues to walk backwards till he hit the back of his leg against the table. I sit up and shake my head, trying to calm down my nerves.

"It's fine." my voice remain the same, although it wasn't fine. However, I know he felt guilt and I couldn't bare to hold it against him.

I slowly get up from the couch as I focus onto Bruce. He still had to swallow what has happened. I gently grab onto his hand and insist he sits down. Bruce looks at me with shock crossing his face. He sits down and breaks the eye contact, facing the ground from embarrassment. I kneel down onto the edge of my table as I press my palm underneath his chin and trails my thumb gently on his cheek, caressing it gently. Bruce lift his head up a little, glancing into my eyes once more.

"It's okay, it was just a dream. You're alright, I promise." I say with a calm voice, hoping it'll help him.

He looks at me for a couple of minutes with the same shock crossing onto him until his nerves slowly phases down. His breathing slowly trails back to normal as he nods in response. A small smile plants on my lips and I exchange it back.

"Good. Get some rest, you just had a little episode, that's all."

I release my grip from his chin and lift myself from the table, but I instantly feel a little pull around my wrist. My head bobs downwards, realizing it's Bruce holding onto me.

"Stay." He says with a raspy voice, yet facing the ground.

I shrug a little. "There's not enough place. Come lay with me."

Bruce throw his head upwards, searching my eyes. He pushes his lower body from standing up, inching closer to my small figure. Our cold breath collapses instantly. My head bobs upwards, watching his beautiful eyes glimpse from each light coming through the window. His chest is almost pressing against mine, feeling the cold air brush against our cheeks, knowing it's coming from Bruce.

I swallow a lump in my throat as my feet takes a few steps backwards and walks towards the bedroom. My floor creaks loudly behind me, signaling that he's following from behind. I smile under my lips for a second as I walk inside my room, crawling into my bed. I refuse to take off the robe by now since he will be sleeping with me, and nothing prepared me for what happens next.

Bruce immediately copies my movement inside the bed, but choose to wrap his arms around my waist and pushes himself further behind me. He rest his head on the pillow and shuts his eyes close. I feel my cheeks heating from shyness. However, It did made me wonder, how many times does he have nightmares?

The office seems to be quite busy today as I'm filing a couple of files and the sounds of co-workers bashing through the halls. Each person is yelling through the phone, discussing opportunities regarding our market. A small migraines kicks in, but it's bearable to resist.

Bruce and I didn't talk in the morning, however I realized he don't sleep much. I randomly woke up at 6:00 am and he was standing in front of the window, staring at god knows what. We didn't talk about last night either, instead it felt like we were both simply brushing it off and called it a day.

I shrug a little remembering from last night, typical Bruce dodging everything.

The moment I finish the paperwork, my eyes trails to a newly wrapped box on the corner of my desk. My eyes narrows as I scan the room; possibly a mistake delivering it to me. I shrug a bit knowing I couldn't ask for help, all my co-workers are wandering around the hall in frustration. My hand grabs onto the box and slide it near me, slowly unwrapping the black tape written in big letters with the color red; 'Lies'.

The TV in the background is playing loudly on the screen, causing everyone to stay out. They reveal there has been another kill.

I could hear a couple of people gasping as the name has been revealed on the screen, but my mind is focusing on the box. I fold it open and notice it's empty, sentences is carved with blood in the bottom.

"NO. MORE. LIES."