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𝙅𝘼𝙔𝙑𝙔𝙉𝙉 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀. ¥
hes been holding my waist as we laid in his bed for a minute na', just clutching to me as tightly as he could.
i told him to, i know, but i was genuinely shocked when he called me because that means he listened to me, but i aint complaining 'bout it.
i wanted him to, instead of him getting fucked up while hes by his self with his clearly concerning ass thoughts.
so, yeah. im glad he called me. im glad he called me in place of the shit thats ruining his mind even more.
and that makes me even more confused than i already was. i wasnt tryna think about it, but really dont know what this means. what we mean. like ive mentioned before, im lost as hell.
after everything we've been doing, and how my chest tightens around him, or how he makes me anxious whenever he shows me his conflicted face, ion know anything anymore.
besides the fact i calm his mind down, even if its only a bit.
ive never felt the need to make sure someone was okay so hard before. literally for anyone besides my family.
let alone for a dude.
ion know shit 'bout shit anymore, but ive been going with it because rae seems to only be stable when hes gripping onto me.
and knowing that makes my heart beat fast as fuck.
its so.... ion even know.
"whatchu thinking about?" he muttered against me.
ive just been thinking while he was holding onto me, not really say nun. guess he noticed that shit.
"ian gon lie, i was thinking about," i motioned my hands between us, "this rae. like, what is this shit is we got goin on. im lost, and confused cause this is all different for my ass."
he lets out a breathe ian know he was holding, and then he grips onto me even tighter. "you've been thinkin about that shit too?"
"all ive been thinking about."
"same." he said ina lower tone. "im just as lost."
