Finding Love

Chapter 25

Becca's POV

As we step inside Lynn and AJ's apartment, which has slowly become our main hang-out place. We spot Lynn lying on the couch, holding her phone up.

She glances at us, smiling. "You're here! Hey guys." She sits up, tossing her phone to the side.

Alora grins as she holds up the shopping bag we brought. "We brought cupcake mix" She announces.

Lynn's eyes light up. "And I have a kitchen," She smirks as she hops up off the couch and heads towards the kitchen.

Alora woke up with some weird craving for cupcakes, but insisted we bake them. Somehow, she dragged me along with her on her supply run and told me along the way we were baking here.

I didn't protest since Alora needs a distraction. With her piece-of-shit boyfriend coming back, she's been acting weird since the call on Thursday.

For whatever reason, his flight got delayed, so he didn't end up coming home on Friday. But he'll be here Monday, and Alora is slowly going crazy.

Lynn seems to fully support Alora's sudden urge for cupcakes, so while those two start preparing, I go and knock on AJ's door.

When there's no answer, I slowly open the door. Inside, I find him asleep on the bed, lying on his side with his arm under his head like a pillow.

I step inside, closing the door behind me. "AJ," I say quietly as I walk over. His face tenses, and he turns his head slightly just to groan into his pillow.

Snickering, I sit down at the edge of his bed. "AJ-".

One second, I'm sitting, and the next thing I know, I'm being grabbed and pulled down beside him.

I blink, staring up at the ceiling as I register what just fucking happened.

Lying on my back with his arm loosely draped over my stomach, he lies on his side beside me still.

"What?" He mumbles, very close to my ear. Since his head is barely inches away from mine on the pillow.

Hes close.

So close.

And a weird part of me wants him to be closer.

I clear my throat. "You want to help us make cupcakes?" I ask quietly. "Hard pass" He mutters in response.

I scoff playfully, partially at how dumb I was to think he'd want to help us make cupcakes.

Turning my head to the side, our faces are close to touching. His eyes are closed, and his breath is even. "Are you asleep or not?" I ask. He's awake yet won't open his eyes.

His arm moves around my waist and somehow pulls me closer. "Trying to sleep" He mutters. I hum, smiling amused. "Well, can you let me go?" I ask him.

He tightens his grip. "Sleeping.." He mumbles.

Chuckling, I don't comment on it, mainly because I don't want him to let me go.

In fact, I roll onto my side, so I'm lying facing him, effectively making us closer.

He makes no sign of disapproval. He simply tightens his grip until my stomach is pressed against his.

I study his face for the millionth time. But what else am I supposed to do when I'm this close?

His eyes remain closed, and I take note of how perfect his eyelashes are. Seriously, I know dozens who would be jealous of him.

Moving down, I study his nose. It's slightly crooked, meaning he broke it before. I want to know the story behind how that happened.