GIRLFRIEND // B.E

twenty-six.

•zayda•

i slowly woke up. i went to bring my hand up to wipe at my eyes, but i was stopped, due to billie holding me closely. her front was pressed against my back, and she had a tight, yet comfortable grip on me as we cuddled.

i turned in her arms, careful not to wake her. her eyebrow twitched a bit, but she stayed asleep.

my eyes scanned her face. i looked at her dark, black hair, which i'm only just now comprehending that she had dyed. i didn't notice it whenever she came over last night; my eyes were too blurry from unshed tears.

i told her it would look good!

my eyes trailed down from her hair, to her cute lil' button nose. not to be dramatic or anything, but i'd kill for her nose.

i then looked at her lips. whenever she sleeps, they're always pouted, and it's adorable. they were especially pouted this morning, due to her face practically being smushed into the pillow she was laying on.

i then reached her jaw. i frowned as i saw the bruise that had formed there.

i lifted my hand, and i gently cupped her face. my thumb lightly trailed over the bruise.

even with the bruise, she still looks hot as hell.

my eyes widened as she turned her head and moved so that she could lightly press a kiss to the palm of my hand. her eyes stayed close, but a soft smile formed on her face. i could feel a blush creeping it's way up my neck and to my cheeks.

"good morning, baby," she murmured as she fluttered her eyes open.

"good morning, bil," i greeted with a shy smile.

"how did you sleep?" she questioned softly as her hand snaked its way under my shirt to rub my back. i sighed in content as she did.

"like a baby," i admitted. "how did you sleep?"

"pretty damn good," she gave a lazy smile.

she pulled me closer to her. she pressed her lips to my forehead before i tucked my head under her chin. we stayed like this, quiet, for a while as we were still fully waking up.

"i'm sorry for yelling at you friday," she apologized. "i was just mad, which really isn't an excuse, but i promise i didn't mean to. i know how much you hate being yelled at, and i really am sorry."

"it's alright," i forgave her. "we were both angry, and weren't thinking before we spoke."

"yeah," she agreed in a sigh.

"i'm sorry too," i told her.

"for?" she questioned after a moment.

"everything," i mumbled. i bit my lip for a brief second before continuing. "are... are you sure you still wanna try something with me? i'm a chea—" i started to ask, but she cut me off.

"stop that," she lifted one of her hands to cup the back of my head as she held me. "we've already talked about this. it was just a one time thing, yeah?"

i nodded, but leila's words kept ringing through my head.

"explain what, zayda? that you're a fucking cheater?"

"i bet you've been cheating this whole fucking time, huh?"

"you've been fucking her behind my back?"

not only what leila said, but all the nasty comments i heard people saying about me after the fight. once again, i'd rather not repeat them.

billie moved her hands to cup my face. she made me look at her; she already knew that i was doubting myself.