Unscripted

Chapter 5: Alone Time

Hailee's POV

My body feels like it's on fire as we make our way back home. Every fiber of my being is itching to touch her. The pull is magnetic.

I don't really even give a second thought before pulling out my phone and typing out the message I just sent to the beauty that sits beside me. After all, I'm not wrong. I did just spend the last several hours watching her get cozy with our friend....

And she's mine.

Am I worried? No. Am I jealous? Not really. Am I possessive? Well, that's a different story entirely.

I'm jolted out of my own thoughts when I feel a warm hand wrap around my fingers on the seat between us. I look over to see y/n watching me with a smile, but the look she's giving me sends shivers down my spine. I idly wonder if she feels the electricity in our touch just as I do. Based on the way her eyes are shining in the moonlight, I'd say she does.

As I look from her shining y/e/c eyes down to our joined hands before turning my head to look back out the window, I'm once again hit with an intense feeling. It's not just a feeling of intense want. No, it's a feeling of intense need.

My possession doesn't come from a place of insecurity or ownership. It isn't a power play or a statement of status. It's love. It's the primal need I have for this girl sitting beside me.

The day I met her all I could think about was how I had gone my entire life up to that point without her. The closer I got to her, the more I realized and understood what it truly means to find your person. Without any pressure, pause, or conscious thought, she became my number one. The first person I think of each day and last person I think of each night. She's the warm body I curl up to as we sleep. She's the hand I'm always reaching for to hold, the voice singing along with me in the passenger seat. She makes all the songs and movies and books laced with beautiful words about love and belonging make sense.

Belonging.

That's the word. Belonging. I belong with her, and she belongs with me. And there isn't a bridge I wouldn't cross, a stone I'd leave unturned, a war I wouldn't wage or a battle I wouldn't fight for her. Because today and every other day that's left to come, I am hers and she is mine. I need this woman more than I've ever needed anything. She's my strength and my peace. She's my reason. She's my person.

I have no idea how long I've been lost in my own world when I feel her gently squeezing my hand in hers, getting my attention. I look over to her to see her looking at me quizzically.

"You ok over there?" She whispers at a volume only loud enough for me to hear. I nod my head in affirmation. "Just thinking." I reply with a gentle smile. "What're you thinking about so deeply? I was worried Griff's window might crack with how seriously you were staring out it." She adds with an adorable giggle, making me smile in turn.

"How much I love you. And how you mean everything to me." I say softly, turning my hand in hers so my fingers can trace hers.

I watch as her lips curl into the cutest smile I've ever seen. "I love you so much, Hailee." She says, and despite being only a whisper, I can hear every ounce of conviction in her voice.

The remainder of the ride back home is quiet, except for the music playing through the speakers. Occasionally I can hear Florence humming along as my thoughts drift back to the love of my life.

Before long, Griffin is pulling into our driveway. It suddenly hits me that this is perhaps one of the last times we come back here after a night out. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled about our new house, but I'd be lying if I said that this house won't always hold a special sort of significance to me. I know it will for y/n too.