two | h.s. - t.c.

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Jenny's pov

when i woke up he was still asleep. i closed my eyes, thinking about how nice it felt to have him here. he stayed, and though it was because i wanted him to, a small part of me hoped he wanted to as well. i kept dozing off, though i knew i wouldn't go back to sleep.

i lay here with my arm still around him and my mind subconsciously focusing on the way his chest rises and falls. and when i open my eyes i can take him in without having to worry about him perceiving my stare or wondering why i look at him the way i do.

this was more than a crush and i think i've always known that. it's crazy how easy things are when you choose to ignore them. it almost shouldn't be allowed.

i was admiring him when he slightly furrowed his eyebrows and slowly opened his eyes. his eyelids were so heavy that he just shut them again. he waited a bit before opening his eyes fully this time, blinking twice.

"hey." he mumbled, his voice scratchy.

"hey." i said back, my voice still tired since i haven't used it yet.

"how long have you been awake?" he asked, yawning.

"not very long." i lied, closing my eyes to make it seem like i was still tired too.

"so you weren't watching me sleep?" he questioned, turning on his back to face the ceiling.

"definitely not." i lied again, watching him roll his shoulders as he moved his head back.

"are you lying to me?" he looked at me, squinting his eyes a bit from the brightness of the room.

"absolutely."

he cracked a smile and turned his head away, closing his eyes. he turned to his side to face me again, his eyes still closed. "i know." he mumbled.

"then why ask?" i sat up, stretching my shoulders back now. it was the best feeling ever.

"with you i'm not afraid to be honest." he quoted dramatically. it took me a second to realize it was me he was quoting. "just making sure you still followed by that." his voice held a different level of sarcasm.

"wow, so early in the morning?"

he sat up, "yes, i don't know why i'm talking so much, i'm not a fucking morning person." he swung his feet over the edge of the bed, standing up.

he freely stretched his arms for a second and looked around, curls getting in his face. "so in your fantasy where i stay the night, do i also awkwardly ask to use your bathroom?"

he tried to sound sarcastic, but i knew he didn't know what to do next.

"you would awkwardly ask, and then afterwards we'd both make coffee and maybe get breakfast."

"you're hypothetically asking for a lot."

"you've actually done it before."

"and then we screamed at each other five minutes later if my memory's correct." he said with a smile. he put his hands up, surrendering. "but hey, i don't feel like talking." he said as he lazily walked over to the bathroom.

i got up and turned on the coffee machine, yawning in the process. i slid open the curtains and stepped onto the balcony for a second, tucking my messy hair away from my face. i watched the cars and looked up at the morning sky, observing that there was no remnant of the gray storm yesterday.