B-lovedMan

I watched him, I watched as he paced restlessly, ripping his hand through his hair. He was definitely not what you would call…a flower child. I laid calmly, hands behind my head on the hotel bed.  It was quite entertaining to observe him fretting over nothing…in my opinion that is. "Calm your farm," I serenaded in an almost ghostlike voice. His dull eyes whipped over to me. I shuttered, and hurriedly brought myself to sit back up.   "With you around, I don't think I can ever be calm." Daemon retorted harshly. I lowered my gaze. He was trying to make me feel guilty. "Look, it wasn't my…" "It was your fa