TWENTY-THREE| Matcha

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I clutch on to her tighter, sleepily pushing my face  closer to the comfortable surface beneath me

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I clutch on to her tighter, sleepily pushing my face closer to the comfortable surface beneath me. I take in a breath, sighing at the serene effects of the scent.

Smells good.

My hair is pushed back, someone's hand running through my hair. "Mhm." I sigh as they slowly massage my head, my mind slowly waking up.

This is a good way to wake up.

"Wake up, big boy. Your kinda' crushing me."

I smile in my half conscious state as I hear the voice that warms my heart. The voice that feels all warm, fuzzy and comfy.

"I really need to pee." I feel someone trying to push me off, budging on my shoulders.

"Hmph." I groan, rolling to the other side as my brows furrow in together, my hands still wrapped around the soft comfy body underneath me. I open my eyes, squinting as I adjust to the light.

My eyes lay on the most beautiful shade of blue I've ever seen. Bright and vibrant yet, calming and mellow.

"Good morning." With her soft voice also comes her beautiful dimpled smile, her long blond her draped across her shoulders, the sun lighting them up.

Don't smile. Don't smile. Don't smile.

She suddenly gets up, running to the bathroom as Rain looks up at me, a bark leaving his mouth.

He's just mad he got kicked off of the bed cause' of me.

My mind wanders back to when she said she liked me. I can't believe it. I feel like I'm dreaming.

She likes me? Really?

"Jealous huh?" I pat Rain's head. "I can't believe it either. All I know is I'm a lucky ass motherfucker." I talk to him as I hear the bathroom door open.

"You know what I was thinking?" Isabella says as she puts her hair up in a pony tail. "Do you think squirrels have thoughts? Or like ants, do they have their own life? Do they fall in love?"

Fuck if I know.

"I think they do. But really, who knows, ya know?" She looks at me like I have all the answers in the universe.

"Yeah. Who fuckin' knows." I agree with her as I get up heading to the washroom.

What the fuck? What am I, sucking up to her now?

Before I can get to the washroom, she stops me, standing in front of me with her hand on my chest.

"Forehead kiss? If you don't mind, please?" She looks up at me with a small smile, her eyes rounded in a questioning gaze. "I just washed my face so it's clean by t-"

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