He sat by the window. Muscles taut. Unable to look back at her sleeping form and tear stained face. His hand clenched in fists as he thought about the moment he felt like she had left him for another. He was angry when he left her back in the room. She had tried to stop him. Tried to explain but he was angry. At her and himself for trusting her and he did not want to lash out on her. So despite of the fact that she was the only one who could bring him to his knees, he had to leave. Now he knw she did not leave him but he wanted to hear it from her. His fists clenched tighter as the sight of the tears in her wide, innocent eyes flashed back in his mind. He heard her shifting. A soft groan escaping her mouth. But he did not move.

"Go back to sleep, amore." He said in a neutral voice that was hiding the inner storm brewing.

He was in love. He did not want to be yet he was. The kind that it made him want to burn the world down when he thought she had left him. And she did not even know it. He could not look at her. Not without breaking. One thing was certain. The wedding would happen sooner than planned now.

"We will talk in the morning." He added trying to stay calm.