Jeff's POV

Life in the cabin was simmering down, for the most part. I had been laying in bed most of the time while my wound was in the process of healing, occasionally going into the living room to watch the tele. It was a mundane few weeks, but I felt at ease somehow. I didn't have urges to kill you as much as I once did, and it was interesting to watch you in his daily routine. Although, with a guy like you, walking around the house for the better half of the day was almost too criminal to watch.
But, even though I had just settled down in this cozy life we were adapting to, I felt the lingering sense of unease. What would come of us when my leg had fully healed? Would you just let me leave, after all the time you spent helping a poor guy like me? I could hardly imagine, and it made me restless to say the least.
      I gently peeled away at the blanket, biting my chapped lip and grunting when I saw my foot healing almost sickeningly quickly. The feeling of longing at the cabin made my stomach churn with the thought of leaving, something I didn't want to feel.
     But, I thought briefly... But, what if I just captured you? Oh, yes. I could almost taste the sweet memories forming. You could stay at the mansion, with me. You could make pancakes with syrup for the whole house, an apron would be a nice touch. Something like that, it seemed realistic enough. Weather you agreed to it or not wasn't an issue at that point, I just wanted to be with you. However childish it may have seemed, I wanted to be selfish with you. You were special to me. Of course, I would never admit that to you in fear of embarrassment, but never the less I would keep these feelings of mine.
    
     A few agonizing hours later, you arrived at the cabin. I glanced over the back of the couch at you halfheartedly with a small sigh. You looked the same as you always were after you came home form work, sweaty and warm-ish, very comfortable. Almost like a husband. What a strange thought I was having... You saw my look of oddity and made a face at me. I could have compared it to a disappointed puppy. It was cute, and I felt a twinge of pain from it.
     "What's the matter, cutie?" You ask quietly, setting down a bag of groceries. I averted your eyes and wrapped my arms around my knees.
     "It's not really anything of concern..." I breeze off, my eyes half mast, focusing on some obscure television show. You made a little huffing sort of sound, perhaps a scoff and started towards me. I didn't meet your eyes as you sat beside me. Although, it did become a chore not to squirm when you came in close, wrapping your arm around my waist.
     "If you don't tell me..." You leaned in, whispering in my ear quietly. "I may have to bully it out of you..."
     Pervert! Idiot! Playboy! All sorts of names I could have called you in that moment that were hushed my my frantic gasp. I jolted to the side, pushing at your chest in a weak attempt to push you away.
     "I told you, it's nothing, Y/N...!" I seethed at you, my words showing menace but my body showing hesitation. I did want to get closer to you, but this was too much for me to handle. Not only have I barely had contact with another person normally, but to someone I had feelings for to be so close of all things...
     "I don't care, tell me, Jeff." You told me forcibly, using my name for effect. I hated the tone you were using. Suddenly, I was full of force. Confrontation was not an option fro my body, apparently. I tried to shake you off, violently swinging, but you pinned me to the couch and towered over me. "If you aren't going to talk, you're going to listen." I dared to look you in the eyes in that moment. You looked calm, almost terrifying. I tried to look away, but I was paralyzed. "Are you worried about leaving?" You ask, hitting the target in it's center. A chill swept through me. "I told you, you can stay here as long as you please. Just say the word, whatever you want, it's all yours." My lip trembled slightly as I tried to put together a sentence, struggling a bit.
     "I want... You to come with.. me..." I muttered shakily. "I live... Somewhere, with a lot of people... I want you to come with me..." You wore an expression of confusion and surprise, but it melted into a soft smile.
     "Sure, let's go after you've healed. Let's just stay at this lonesome place for awhile longer." With that, you pressed or foreheads together lightly and broke away, heading to the kitchen to make dinner.
     Although it wasn't sudden in the slightest, my heart was growing fonder of you as the seconds passed.