You don't even want me

52.

[Camille]

I slowly opened my eyes and the first thing that caught my attention was my alarm clock saying 8:22 AM. Then, I noticed a warm body behind mine, and a strong arm wrapped around my waist.

I didn't even have to look to know it was James, and sighed, the memories of last night slowly coming back to me; I was still in shock and felt like I could start crying again any second. I bit my lip and got myself together, I wasn't going to be some big crybaby. I had to straighten my back and get through this.

That didn't change the fact that it'd been a tough night though, and I couldn't even imagine how hard it must've been for James.

The thought of him caring about me enough to immediately bike through a storm and rush to my house because he knew something was off, warmed my heart. He was too good and sweet for me.

I bit my lip and brought my hand to James's arm around my waist, and I looked at the smooth surface of his skin. I put my fingertips on it and slowly slid down to his hand, the little hairs tickling my skin.

I suddenly felt him shift behind me and he chuckled, and I realised he was awake.

My fingers reached his hand, sliding over the 2 moles and I wrapped mine around the back of his hand, intertwining our fingers that way.

"For how long have you been awake?" I softly asked, almost whispering, and he started to gently rub his thumb over mine. "A while" I heard his raspy morning voice say. I nodded slightly, not wanting to move too much as we were lying with two people in a bed made for only one.

A short silence fell over us, but he quickly broke it.

"I didn't want to wake you, so I decided to let you sleep" he murmured, and I could hear his face was close to my head, maybe even buried in my hair. I nodded again.

"Plus, this is quite comfortable" he dryly added, making me chuckle, which caused him to smirk as well.

I felt his chest vibrate against my back and it sent shivers all the way down my spine, and I bit my lip trying to hold a smile while staring in front of me in the slightly dim room.

Every second I spent with him, he was always happy to remind me why I'd fallen in love with him. He actually really understood me and respected my choices, not asking too many questions when he felt like he shouldn't, not to mention that he always looked like the hottest guy I'd ever seen.

He was just extremely and genuinely caring, just like his mother. Last night, he'd insisted on brushing and drying my hair before going to bed, and he'd said multiple times that I should say something if he was hurting me, while I always did it a lot more rough myself.

I'd given him an old T-shirt from my father to sleep in, as he was soaked to his underwair, and he'd let me brush and dry his hair as well.

I wondered if he'd told his parents where he was, and if so, what the reason was. I hoped they didn't think of me as a broken mess, because that would be the last thing I'd want.

"Does your Mum know you're here?" I asked with a low voice, feeling him move, and probably nod, behind me.

"Yeah. She wanted to come along to help but I told her it'd be better if it was just me" he explained, his voice still raspy. "She tends to overreact, sometimes" he added slowly.

I nodded, and sighed, almost being scared to ask the next question. "Does she know why?"

It took some seconds of silence before he answered, and I knew he knew why I'd asked it. "Yeah" he admitted in the end before giving my hand a gentle squeeze.