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38.

38. arms
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I woke up to a gentle hand running carefully through my hair. My pillow was more elevated than usual and not quite as soft but still incredibly comfortable. My arms were wrapped around something that almost felt like a human, it was so weird. I forced my eyes open slowly, rubbing the sleep from them to see properly. Oh, it was a human.

"Good morning, angel." It was like those flashbacks you saw in rom-com holiday movies of the last night events but with much better lighting. I awkwardly grabbed the covers, bringing them up closer to cover more. Mattheo frowned, kissing my forehead. "It's nothing I didn't see last night, you know. My lips memorized every inch of you, as did my hands." I wasn't sure if that was supposed to be wholesome or turn me on. Whatever it was, both worked.

"I know," I whispered, "but... I don't know."

"It's okay," he reassured, kissing my forehead again. "No need to explain. No need to know. You never do. If you don't want something, you don't have to change anything. I couldn't care less if you were wearing nothing, a bed sheet, or clothes, I just want to see your pretty face." I hid my flushed face in his chest, embarrassed. "Hey, hey, hey, what did I just say about wanting to see your pretty face."

"I'm sorry," I sighed, a smile tugging at my lips.

"No sorries." He gave me a soft kiss on my lips, slowly pulling away. "Isn't it weird how we hated each other for so long?" I nodded. "I don't even remember why I hated you. I think I hated you because you hated me," Mattheo admitted.

"I think I hated you because you hated me," I grinned, laughing at the stupidity. "Maybe I was just trying to hide my feelings with hatred, I was just delusional. But, you know what they say: delulu is the selulu. God- I cannot believe I just said that-"

"It's cute," he whispered, almost scared.

"Can we just forget about all the stupid stuff we said and did?" I pleaded, embarrassed about my past actions; like that time i called him a germ... or was it a disease-?

"Why should we forget? All that was just part of the reason why we got here. Who knows, maybe if we were nice to each other we'd only still be friends," Mattheo reasoned, kissing my forehead again. "I'm glad for our bantering and fights, even if they did get serious at times. All of that was part of the journey to get here, physically, in your bed, and emotionally, in your heart."

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DISCONTINUED

thank you all for the support in this awful story and my first awful story. y'all are the real ones, i could not stand my writing if i were you
i'm sorry i didn't give y'all a proper close to this story

i'll see you in the next book, soldier <3
kisses and croissants 💋🥐