Play Me That Song (The Emo Guy And The Guitar Girl)

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Blake's P.O.V.

I could only hear two things as a laid on my bed. One, the quiet blow of the air conditioning that silently played with the ends of my hair. The second was the ever so peaceful and perfect sound of Grace's slow, constant breathing.

She slept silently next to me, her head resting on my chest. One of my arms was wrapped around her shoulders while I subconsciously played with her soft hair with my other free hand. The small space between our bodies created a pocket of warmth that spread through my whole body. I've never been more comfortable in my life. There was no need to shift or stretch, nothing had to change. Everything was perfect for once.

I looked down at her sleeping figure and a small smile formed at me lips, sending a rush of happiness throughout me. She was beautiful, nothing less, but so much more. I just couldn't form the words in my head to describe how I was feeling at that moment. I'd never felt such completeness in my entire life.

I felt like I could spend the entire night just looking at her. Content with watching the gradual rise and fall of her chest and the way her mouth would randomly twitch from the effect of her dreaming.

A thought popped into my head and I carefully bent my head down to hers. Even when asleep, the sensation of her lips against mine sent a thrill through my body. I pulled back after a moment and watched as a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

I smiled too.

All of the sudden, light filtered into the room from the opposite side of where we laid. I glanced up and watched as Adam silently slipped into my room. He tip-toed over to my bed and stopped at the foot of it. "Are you awake?" he whispered.

"Yes," I answered just as quiet. He was dressed in all black, so I could barely make out his standing figure in the darkness.

I heard him sigh, "I promised Liam you guys would sleep in separate beds."

I frowned in the darkness, "I can't move her," I said truthfully. I couldn't just wake her up, not when she looked so peaceful. I was also being a bit selfish. I didn't want to move her. I didn't want this warmth, this absolute perfect moment to ever end.

"I know," Adam murmured. I felt the end of my bed sink a little and I assumed that he sat down at the end.

The room was still and we both nonchalantly listened to her steady breathing without a word.

I heard Adam take a breath, "I'm glad we met her."

"Me too," I whispered.

"She's good for you," he commented, "She's good for all of us."

I nodded in agreement and the room fell silent again. "I don't deserve her, Adam," I said after a moment.

"Of course you do."

I shook my head no. "There's been so much bad...and then all of the sudden she comes along, like a wingless angel." I sighed. "And she makes me happy, man. I'm actually truly happy for once in my life."

Even though it was dark, I could have sworn I saw Adam smile. "It's a weird feeling, isn't it?" he asked.

I let out a quiet laugh, "It is, isn't that sad?" I asked him, "I don't even know what it feels like to be happy anymore."

"It's been rough," he said quietly, "I try so hard to make you have a good life, but I guess I'm failing you, huh?"

My eyes widened, "No, not at all!" I assured him. "Adam, you and I both know I wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for you."