She Is Always Right (GxG)

Chapter Seventeen

Hensley's POV

I felt soft, warm, and wet cotton brushed my face. I was too tired to let my eyes opened. Instead, I let the stuff brushed through my face, neck, and shoulder. I felt comfy and fresh after my face being wiped.

I let my eyes fluttered open and the goddess was sitting next to me. Her face was angel-like and sweet to me. She smiled at me and used her hand to caress my face softly.

I couldn't really hear what she was talking about. Then her smile grew wider and leaned closer to me. She planted her lips on my forehead and I heard she said 'rest more' to me softly.

She laid next to me and snuggled closer to me. With that, my eyes were getting heavy, and let my eyes closed again.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Hensley."

"Your hug meant a lot to me."

"I have never feel release and free after the hug from you."

"I felt safe whenever you're around with me. I could freely tell anything I want to you. I like how you being patient to advise me and always stay by my side."

All the words from Cadence seem real. Was I dreaming again?

I was drowsy. I'm not really sure I was dreaming or real. I hate that.

Why always happened when I was semi-conscious? Am I so obsessed with Cadence?

Fuck it! I have to sleep and stop dreaming.

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I stirred when I heard the faint piano sounds were playing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. I let my eyes fluttered open. The room was dark, yet remain a dim light on the bedside table next to me. I looked around the room, and light peeked through the bedroom door opened ajar.

With the music background and the surrounding of the room, I felt like I was trapped in a rich psychopath's house. The interior of Cadence's room was in a dark theme.

I stretched my arms over my head and yawn. Then, I rotated my ankles with the sound of 'crack'. Fantastic! But, if I was late 70 I should be aware of this sound of 'crack'.

I left the bed, made the bed and I pulled the collar of the sweater. Scratched that, it's Cadence's sweater. I sniffed my body and scrunched in disgust. Cadence's scent was cover with my sweat.

I entered the bathroom and saw my fresh folded clothes placed nicely on the counter. I decided to do my morning business before find Cadence and was started to get ready.

I felt reviving after I had done my morning business. Also, my fever was gone for sure, because I felt energetic as usual. For finding Cadence, I followed her favorite music to find her.

Cadence's home was very quiet, I could hear the 'creak' sound of my footsteps on the wooden flooring. Her place might be great in soundproof. I keep following the soft music and survey around the interior of her condo.

The soft music was getting louder and I knew Cadence might be in this room. The door didn't close as I entered and look into the room, and I gaped around the classy room in awe.

This would be Cadence's study room. The orientation of her room was neat and clean by seeing all of her books placed neatly on the ceiling-height black bookshelves. Besides, the files and stationaries were put in order on her black wooden working desk.

Cadence is probably a lady version of Mr. Gray or Mr. Wayne. She loves the dark theme a lot. It's because the choices of her car and interior are all in black and gray.