❝I think you're my favorite person.❞
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Since childhood, Lila's had her mind set on what she wants. And now in her senior year, that's getting into West Michigan State University. But her overbearing...
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I BLINK MY eyes open in an effort to wake myself up.
The soft touch of the pillow behind my head isn't exactly easy to stray away from. I swear I could sleep here for hours if the chance presented itself.
But that isn't all that's keeping me firmly in place. Nope. There's a also the heavy weight of Chase's arm thrown over my waist, hugging me to him.
I should have known he's a cuddler.
I rub at my eyes, trying to get the sleepiness out of my vision, and look over at him.
His mouth is set in a firm line, and his brows are smoothed out in an almost peaceful way. I smile at him.
But that's exactly when the memories of last night resurface.
I think you're my favorite person too, Matthews.
He really said that, hadn't he?
I throw my head back against the pillow, burying a groan.
God, what did it even mean?
I have so many questions on the tip of my tongue, so many answers I want. But I know that I cant get them if I don't expect him to ask me some in turn.
And I have no idea how much I'm willing to share.
I'd never been an open person. Not even with my parents, as amazing as they are.
I chose constantly to let my emotions burrow within me rather than hash them out once in a while.
And the result of that was the bitter person I am now.
Or maybe the not-so bitter person I'm trying to be.
I don't know anymore.
All I do know is that I like the way Chase looks at me. I don't want it to change.
And I'm afraid if at some point I find it in me to tell him everything, it will change.
I release a small sigh, deciding its best to probably get up now.
I slowly take his arm in my hand a gently lift it, carefully sliding out from beneath it. But the second I move, Chase's arm retracts and he only hauls me closer.
Close enough to smell the familiar scent of his lavender detergent, and feel the heat emitting from his body.
I swallow thickly, craning my neck to give him a once over.
He's still sleeping deeply, but where his brows were once smooth they're now creased right in the middle.
Hesitantly, I reach my hand over to smooth his features out, my skin brushing softly against his.
To my horror, his eyes crack open slightly just as I am about to retract my hand and he squints up at me, "Lila?"
