Sincerely, yours

13 | Morning

Ashtyn

I could feel myself starting to wake up, but I didn't want to. I was having the best dream of Ezra holding my last night. 

I still feel bad for making him sleep on his little couch. Winter feels a little heavier on my chest.

I yawned then opened my eyes, almost jumping when I saw it was Ezra on my chest, not Winter. I wanted to freak out, but I didn't want to wake him up.

 I took a good couple deep breaths and reached for my phone, barely not being able to grab it.

I unplugged it, held it up in the air and took a picture so I could show Ashlyn...and maybe to reminisce this moment later and miss it to where I cry about it like a little girl.

I went to text Ashlyn when I remembered I never plugged it up. He must have plugged it up for me when I fell asleep. 

How sweet.

I enjoyed this moment for as long as I could before I was about to pee my pants. Yes, I've used the bathroom since I've been here, just when he wasn't in the room.

As much as I don't want to get up, I have to because I can't stand it anymore. I gently started to move him off of me, but when I did, I realized he didn't wake up which I was really surprised about.

I went to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. His bathroom smelt rather nice, which I shouldn't be surprised. Everything about him is nice and smells good. After I used the bathroom and washed my hands, I opened the door hoping he was still asleep.

And he was.

I looked at the time on his clock on it said it was a little past 7. I don't know why I'm up so early, but I might just stay awake now, he looks so sweet.

I got back on the bed, waiting for him to roll over and lay on me again, but he didn't move. He just laid on his back. Maybe if I lay on his chest and just act asleep, it'll be okay.

I decided to be bold, so that's what I did.

I knew he was actually asleep because his breathing was steady and his heart kept a steady beat. His chest is surprisingly comfortable considering how small he is.

Since he couldn't see my eyes, I opened them and looked towards the tv but something caught my eyes. His shirt was pulled up more than when he took his hoodie off the the other day and I could see a tattoo that set right at his v-line.

Sorry, I can't read upside down, so I don't know what it said. I pulled his shirt down for him and pulled the covers higher. His arm moved, making me shut my eyes really fast.

He wrapped his arms around me and a couple seconds later his right hand was on my hair. I heard him groan just a little and my mind went to places it probably shouldn't have.

"Goodmorning." He mumbled, his morning voice even hotter than his regular voice. I wasn't really sure if I was supposed to say something back. I don't think he knows that I'm awake-

"I know you're awake." "Hm?" I tried to play it cool like I was just waking up. 

"I've been awake for an hour." He said. If he was awake for an hour then that means he was awake when he was laying on my chest.