All of Me

34

Liz's pov

Even weeks later, I still think about that night.

It was so sweet, especially in the days that followed.

I felt like I had the best sleep ever.

I must have fallen asleep while Colby was carrying me upstairs last night, because I couldn't remember anything since then.

I wish I did, and I wish I was at least awake for it.

What if he did something and I missed it because I was asleep?

I had woken up in the middle of Colby's bed once again with him nowhere to be found.

There was no evidence that he had also slept in his bed last night, because the blankets were all messed up. 

He's spent most of his nights out partying or editing or doing anything that wasn't sleeping.

I was almost disappointed, since a little part of me wished he was still in the bed when I woke up. 

"Colby?" I called out, rolling over to watch his bedroom door.

I heard him yell something from the other room, and a couple of seconds later he shuffled into the room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"What are you doing?" I asked, a smile creeping onto my face as he stretched.

"I slept on the couch," He mumbled, "Shits uncomfy,"

"Yeah," I snorted, "You could have slept in your bed,"

"I wanted to give you space," He said, crossing his arms as he leaned against his doorframe, "And I don't want you sleeping on the couch anymore,"

"Why?" I asked, even though I haven't slept on the couch since before the last Sam and Colby video. I scrunched my eyebrows and I pushed myself to sit up.

"It was so painful," He let out a light chuckle, "I don't know how you didn't complain about it,"

"I just didn't want to bother you," I said with a shrug, trying to keep my eyes from looking at Colby's shirtless body.

He was hella attractive, always has been.

But it's really hard to keep those thoughts at bay whenever you aren't supposed to be in love with him.

Lately it's been harder to since we've been closer, physically.

I scrubbed my face, "So, what are you doing today?"

"Whatever you want to do, honestly," He sighed, "I'm gonna go out later tonight maybe, so we have all day to do stuff,"

"Okay," I said, pulling the blankets off of my legs to find them bare, "Colby?" I asked as he began walking back out of the room.

"Did you take my pants off?" I asked, pointing to my bare legs as I swung them off the bed.

Last night was pizza night, which was at Sam's apartment.

I didn't want to leave Colby there by himself, so Kat offered the guest bed for me to sleep on until he was ready to go home.

He must have carried me home though, because I don't remember him waking me up.

"Many times," He said with a wink, causing me to roll my eyes, "Any other inappropriate questions you'd like to ask in front of the baby?"

"She can't hear us," I said as I waved him over, "I need help,"

At an instant, Colby was in front of me, grabbing my hands and helping me up.

He was so close that I accidentally stepped on his foot, causing me to stumble forward a little.

Colby sloppily grabbed my waist to keep me steady as I chuckled, "Back up, loverboy," I smiled, patting his chest as I walked into his bathroom to brush my teeth.

"What did you think of last night?" Colby asked as I brushed my teeth.

He let out a cute chuckle as I held up my hand for him to wait for a response.

It made me miss being his even more.

I just wanted this all to move in fast motion, and wind up in Colby's arms again.

Would he let me? 

Based on the way he was eyeing me up and down, there's a possibility that he would.

Was it certain though? No.

Mentally, I don't know if I'd be happy with that.

I loved Colby but I hated our love.

"What?" Colby asked as I spit out the toothpaste and cleaned off the brush.

"Huh?" I asked, looking at him through the mirror.

"You were staring," He pointed out quietly.

"Oh," I could feel my face glow a light shade of red as I tried to focus on what I was doing, "I was just lost in thought,"

"Yeah?" He asked as I tried to brush past him to leave the bathroom.

He stopped me with a gentle hold on my arm, forcing me to look at him.

Being trapped in the doorway, I was just realizing how close our bodies were.

My stomach was almost brushing against him since he was leaning at an angle.

I was ready to be lost in his ocean eyes until he opened his mouth.

"Are you okay?" He asked lowly, "You seem off today,"

"Yeah," I nodded, glancing down at his lips as he began to talk again.

"Are you sure?" He asked, and I noticed that his bottom lip was sticking out a little more than normal.

It almost made my heart hurt at the thought of him actually caring about how I feel.

I didn't know whether to talk to him about what was dancing around in my heart, or to just let it go.

I wanted to tell him so badly but I didn't want to ruin our fragile relationship.

"Did I do something?" He asked, his hand falling from my arm to rest on my hip.

"What?" I asked, squinting at him, "No. No, you didn't. I just-" I cut myself off, "I'm probably just tired still,"

I covered his hand with mine, letting my thumb caress his wrist as he stared at me.

I had no idea what was happening.

My heart was racing so bad that I was becoming lightheaded.

I just wanted him to scoop me up and carry me away to somewhere where we'd be the only people to exist.

"You slept for like ten hours," Colby hummed, glancing down to my lips before looking back into my eyes.

His light blue eyes were unreadable, but his smirk grew the more I tried to figure him out.

"I'm growing a baby," I reminded him, "So I can sleep for as long as I want,"

"Not on the couch though," He informed me, causing me to chuckle.

"Yeah," I whispered, "Not on the couch,"

He applied pressure into my hip, moving me with a simple touch.

I relaxed into his body, gently pressing my lips to his grinning ones.

I never wanted to pull away.