Olivia Hayes never truly had anywhere to call home. Her dad left when she was eleven and her mom was rarely around. Her only salvation was being at her best friend Cora's house.
Alexander Stevens didn't think his life was going anywhere. His parent...
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Waking up this morning something feels different.
It's not just in the air but something inside me as well.
Sitting up in bed I stretch my arms over my head, letting out a long yawn.
I think about last night. About Alex helping me, dancing with me.
Looking to the other side of the bed I see it's empty.
He must've left when he realized I was asleep.
Getting up I walk over to my dresser to grab clothes for after my shower.
Thats when I see him.
He seriously slept on the floor?
Awww he looks so peaceful when he's asleep.
I kick him in the ribs.
"What the fuck." He groans grabbing his side.
I roll my eyes, "I just lightly nudged you. Don't be so dramatic Alexander." I say as he sits up.
The blanket falls and I see that he has no shirt on.
His abs are staring at me.
"My eyes are up here." He says and I flit my eyes up to his.
I clear my throat.
"Why did you sleep on the floor?" I ask, tilting my head to the side.
He raises an eyebrow, "Would you have preferred I sleep on the bed? Forewarning you I am a big cuddler but only when I'm the small spoon." He says, his eyes full of amusement.
"The bed is big enough for two people." I defend.
"So no to the spooning?" He says and I try not to laugh.
He stands up and puts the pillow and blanket back on the bed.
"Was it uncomfortable sleeping on the floor?" I ask worriedly.
His movements tell me it was.
He shakes his head, "I'm ok, pretty girl."
That's the second time he's called me that.
And just like the first time I won't say anything about it because something inside me stirs at the name.
I never want him to stop calling me that.
"Well at least let me help you with that." I say reaching for the blanket to fold it.
He keeps it out of my reach, "No, go take your shower I told you I have it."
I gap at him, "Are you saying I stink?"
He chuckles shaking his head, "No, but you look kind of scary." He gestures to my face and I grab my phone turning my camera on.
