Diana Hargrove has gone through enough tragedy for three lifetimes, yet she still has an affirming smile on her face. She's lived and travelled all over the world, but the last straw that broke the camel's back, brought her back to her hometown, Cre...
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𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 | 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴
"Speedy," I heard. Jayden? I'm dreaming. I'm completely delusional that I'm dreaming about Jayden Russo. "Speedy, wake up. Speedy."
I shifted to sink my head further into my pillow. I don't want to wake up yet.
Alertness came to my body when I felt someone gently shaking my arms.
This can't be happening. I want to sleep.
"I'm dreaming," I murmured.
"Sorry," Jayden whispered, as I opened my eyes. "Not a dream."
I've wanted to see and talk to Jayden again for the past week. However, it's quite literally the middle of the night, and I'm sleeping.
Jayden kneeled on the floor resting his arms on my bed. I forced my eyes to stay open looking into his gray eyes. How is he awake? I'm starting to believe he's a vampire instead of a ninja.
Maybe vampire is more accurate.
I can't be thinking this hard. I'm exhausted. I rubbed my eyes, trying to get rid of the sleep.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Almost three," he whispered.
I mumbled a few profanities in Italian under my breath, shoving my face in my pillow. This is absurd. I don't care how in love I am with Jayden, the nighttime is meant for sleeping.
I doubt he understands most of the Italian profanities I'm saying, so I might as well unleash my tiredness in Italian.
Why couldn't he sneak into my bedroom at a normal hour?
Any normal person would be thrilled to have their love sneak into their bedroom at night. However, I'm not any normal person. I enjoy sleeping.
Jayden looked at me like I'm a porcelain doll. Easily breakable. His gaze was so intense against my half-sleeping figure, that I wished to hide under the blanket. My breath hitched in my throat when I realized Jayden was looking at me. He was looking through me. His focus seemed on his own breathing. I watched Jayden's chest rapidly rise and fall with every breath.
I sat up, trying to take my mind away from kissing him again. It'd be so easy to lean in and kiss him.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
Jayden inhaled one last deep breath. "You're not allowed to stop being my friend," Jayden whispered.
I would love to be having this conversation, but not right now. It's almost three o'clock in the morning! Why can't he want to talk about this in the afternoon? Why couldn't he give me a warning before coming here? Oh wait! I know why. I've been ignoring his existence for over a week.
