All Aurora ever wanted, was a new life.
A life, where she was able to escape her old world, run from her past self and... Dare I say, fall in love with someone good.
But... As we know, a new life still has its obstacles.
Especially, when it invol...
"Love is a poison... You sip too much and it kills instantly." -Author.
*Aurora's POV*
I groan, feeling a throbbing pulse everywhere, and it's nonstop.
Dun! Dun! Dun!
I turn in my bed to ignore the pain... But, it feels like I'm sleeping on a warm, hard floor.
I swear if I've fallen off without realising, I will lose it. Like, the amount of times I've done that is unbelievable.
I sigh, moving around, and I place my hands dow—
A shirt? I can feel a shirt... Why do I feel a shirt? And, a hard chest? And body parts? Why are there body parts?
I gulp in fear, sucking in a breath before sliding my hands up—
And, lastly a chin!
Alright, who's in my bed? Or am I in their bed?
I quickly rub my eyes, getting ready to open them, and I bite my lip, waiting for the reality of my questio—
Nope, I can't do it.
My eyes remain closed.
Like, it could be a stranger... It could be a hard chested dog... It could be a wooden plank with a... Chin?
It could be.
Suddenly, I hear a groan causing my eyes to snap open and I nearly face plant the stranger in my be—
Oh... My... Gosh...
"Atticus? I'm sleeping on top of Atticus! Wait, why am I sleeping on top of Atticus? I need to stop saying Atticus in front of Atticus!" I harshly whisper, staring at our bodies, that are pressed together and I hold in a breath.
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We are close... Really close... Too close... Wait, why are we so close?
I'm asking too many questions, aren't I, Jesus?
Yup.
I glance down at our clothes and I let out a breath of relief at the sight.
Okay, we did nothing weird then... Right?
I look over at his eyes, that are pressed shut and his lips semi-opened.
You know what... This may be the calmest, I've ever seen him.
My heart beats actually slowing down at the view, despite the painful banging in my head.
I glance down at his chest, that's faintly moving up and down, hidden behind his shirt.
His heartbeats pounding in my ear, luckily reducing the other sounds.
