(From Blue's Perspective)
"Sleep, my love," Dem said groggily, running his fingers through my hair as I lay down beside him with my head on his chest.
"I can't."
"You cannot go to your workshop now," he said.
He had made me promise that I would not work tonight and sleep properly. How could I make him understand that it was making me restless and frustrated? He had no idea how I was feeling.
"A little bit won't hurt," I mumbled.
"No."
"Please."
"Blue, just sleep!" he said angrily this time.
"… Don't get angry at me…"
"I'm sorry," he said quickly and hugged me. "That wasn't my intention. I'm really sorry."
"Hm…"
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. Within a few minutes, Dem's breathing steadied. He had fallen asleep. But I could not.
I tried to get up. Dem's hands grasped my waist tighter and pulled me down immediately.
"Dem…"
