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After we arrived back home from our hectic drive, we immediately collapsed onto the messy bed, and minutes later, we drifted off in the comfort of each other's presence. Possibly the best sleep of our lives.
Many hours later, we woke up to the sun glaring in the warm guest room and the voices of our friends outside our door and scattering around the Chateau. My sore eyes slowly fluttered open to discover, JJ already gazing at me, while he laid on his muscular chest with his thick arms folded under his white cotton pillow.
"Oh. Hi." I lightly giggled, before I gradually blinked my sensitive eyes away from that small phase. "Good afternoon. Or morning. Whatever the fuck it is." He let out a small yawn that harshly ripped out of his mouth.
"You got some rest? Please tell me you did." I whispered, staring at him with barely opened eyes. A soft and quiet hum came out in response before I watched one of his arms slip away from his head, reach over, and gently fall on my cheek.
His warm and veiny hand that slightly squeezed my cheek which felt so calming on my skin, I didn't want to get out of bed anytime soon. The way he held me was the feeling I needed for the last couple of days. I had nobody there for me, except for myself. And I couldn't even do that for myself.
"Did you sleep? You sound and look so tired." He softly asked before I felt him scoot closer to my drained body.
"I got the best sleep. My bed in the institution was comfy, but not this comfy. This just...hits different." I lazily formed my words, shutting my brown eyes, and making him lowly crack up.
"You know what I mean, Jay? This...This bed feels like...fucking heaven." I slurred my words, feeling my mind get all fuzzy, slowly losing control of my words.
"You sound so drunk, Madalyn. Did you drink a few beers before you went to sleep this morning?" JJ joked, earning a small shrug from my end.
"Maybe. I think so. My mouth tastes like...wine-champagne...and fruit punch." I barely let out, hearing a few hums come out of his mouth.
"You know what tastes better, Mads?"
"Hm?"
"Sleep. You need more sleep. I'm losing you right now, you can barely form a sentence about what your mouth tastes like." JJ stated.
"Go back to bed. Rest up." He murmured, feeling his soft hand that was resting on my cheek slowly slipping down to my waist.
"What are the others doing...right now? Shouldn't we go...out to the living room?" I whispered, feeling my eyes get heavy before he uttered, "Don't worry about them. Go back to bed, okay? You're home, rest up."
