we were never really friends : a mikhaiah au

fourteen

"Babi?" Mikha spoke up after a few minutes of silence. The room was dark, save for the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. They lay in bed, with Mikha on top of Aiah, who had her arms wrapped protectively around her. The sound of the waves crashing gently against the shore outside their hotel room near the beach added a serene backdrop to their intimate moment.

"Yes, baby?" Aiah answered groggily, her voice a warm whisper in the quiet room. She began to gently caress Mikha's arm, tracing soft, soothing patterns on her skin. "Can't sleep ba?"

Mikha took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm scared."

Aiah's expression softened with concern. "Of what?" she asked gently, her hand pausing its movements. She could feel Mikha's heart beating against her chest and waited patiently for her to continue.

"If I sleep... I'll miss a few hours with you... What if I just sleep once we're back in Manila? We only have a few hours left together," Mikha said sadly, her voice barely above a whisper. She sighed heavily, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her.

Aiah chuckled softly, the sound a comforting balm to Mikha's worries. "Hey, we still have the whole day and tomorrow," Aiah said, her tone light and reassuring. "And I promise, my love, once you wake up, I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere. Okay?"

Mikha looked up at Aiah, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. A small smile tugged at her lips, a mix of relief and love flooding her heart. "Okay," she whispered, her voice steadier now.

Aiah planted a tender kiss on Mikha's forehead, lingering for a moment. "Goodnight, baby. Sweet dreams," she murmured, pulling Mikha even closer.

There was a moment of peaceful silence, the kind that only two people deeply in love can share. Aiah felt Mikha's breathing slow and deepen, a sure sign that she was finally falling asleep. Not long after, she heard the soft, rhythmic snores of Mikha. Aiah couldn't help but laugh quietly at how cute she found Mikha, her heart swelling with affection.

"Goodnight, my love," Aiah whispered, feeling a deep sense of contentment wash over her. She soon drifted off to sleep, the warmth of Mikha's body and the steady beat of her heart providing the perfect lullaby.

The next morning, the first rays of dawn crept into the room, casting a gentle light over the sleeping pair. Mikha was the first to wake up, blinking groggily as she adjusted to the soft morning light. She found herself still wrapped in Aiah's arms, their bodies snugly intertwined. The sight made her heart flutter, a sense of peace and happiness enveloping her.

Aiah stirred next, slowly opening her eyes to find Mikha gazing down at her with a loving smile. "Good morning, beautiful," Aiah murmured, her voice still husky with sleep. She tightened her hold on Mikha, unwilling to let go just yet.

"Good morning," Mikha replied softly, brushing a strand of hair away from Aiah's face. "Did you sleep well?"

Aiah nodded, a lazy smile spreading across her lips. "I slept like a baby with you in my arms. How about you?"

Mikha nestled closer, feeling Aiah's heartbeat under her cheek. "I slept well too. I didn't want to let go of you."

Aiah chuckled, planting a kiss on Mikha's forehead. "We don't have to let go just yet. We still have a little time before we need to get up."

They lay there for a while longer, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of the sheets and the soft sounds of their breathing. Mikha traced small circles on Aiah's arm, feeling a deep sense of contentment. Not until Aiah's phone rang, then came a notification. Aiah picked up her phone to check.