Chapter 12 - You drew stars around my scars

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Last night, I forgot to ask Ronan what time I should be up today in the morning so I just thought to let myself wake up without an alarm.

And I did.

I woke up at 7am.

I got ready and head downstairs, grabbing a glass of water when I saw there is fresh coffee in the pot.

Last night I woke up in the middle of the sleep, from a bad dream.

Whenever i have a long, bad day, sometimes it ends with a bad night sleep too. I wake up with bad dreams, and it took me some time to fall back asleep.

I didn't have Willow in my bed as I planned, because I let Ronan sleep with her.

Yes, Ronan slept in my guest room, with my cat. Im convinced that, that cat likes Ronan more than me.

Who wouldn't? I can't blame her.

"Good morning Ronan" I smile as Ronan sits on the porch looking at the sun, birds chirping.

When did he wake up?

At first I got scared when I saw the kitchen door open but then I remembered Ronan is here too.

"Good morning Cecelia" he answers back, taking a sip of his coffee.

"How was sleep with Willow?" i ask.

"She slept on my head" Ronan says and I burst out laughing at the image of Willow on his head.

"It's funny, I'm sorry" i admit and he shakes his head, laughing.

"So what time are the surfing lessons?"

Ronan checks his watch. "In like four or five hours"

I nod. "I was going to buy some stuff for Willow, would you want to come with me maybe?"

Ronan smiles and shrugs. "I mean I still have time, why not"

"Perfect" I say, calling Willow out and she comes from the kitchen, jumping on Ronan's lap.

"Great, she slept with you one night and now she has a favorite person"

"Ofcourse I'm her favorite" Ronan says in his teasing tone.

"I'll make something to eat, before we leave." I say starting to walk inside when I remember to ask "Are you hungry?"

Ronan gets up, putting Willow on his shoulder. "Yeah, i'll help you"

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"Okay get on my back, you're going to get an exclusive view of Ronan cooking" He says, as we stand in front of the kitchen counter with all the ingredients we need to make waffles.

I laugh at Ronan words but when his face is serious I say "Wait- you're not joking"

He bends down, shaking his head, waiting for me to jump on his back, and I do.

I jump on his back and a familiar scent fills my nostrils -and it's not the waffles-.

He must have taken a shower.

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