Beneath Lies [F reader / Aiah Arceta]

Chapter 8

Y/n Pov

As I slowly woke up, the morning light filtered softly through the window, casting a gentle glow across the room. I felt a warmth against me, and for a moment, I thought I was still dreaming. There was a weight on my chest, a soft, comforting pressure that made me feel at ease.

I blinked a few times, my eyes adjusting to the light, and that's when I realized—I wasn't dreaming. Aiah was right there, her arms wrapped around me, her head resting on my shoulder. The memory of last night flooded back, and I couldn't help but smile, my heart swelling with happiness.

I could feel her steady breathing, her soft hair brushing against my neck. It felt so surreal, like something out of a dream, yet it was real—so real that it made me want to stay in this moment forever.

For a while, I just lay there, soaking in the feeling of her close to me. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine, the way she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms. The thought that she was here, holding onto me just as much as I was holding onto her, filled me with a quiet joy that I couldn't quite put into words.

I gently shifted my head to look down at her, her peaceful expression making my heart skip a beat at how beautiful she looked. Her soft, brown hair framed her face perfectly, with a few loose strands gently resting on her forehead. Even in sleep, her features were striking—her delicate eyebrows, her smooth skin, and the gentle curve of her lips, slightly parted as she breathed softly.

Her nose, small and slightly upturned, gave her an innocent, almost childlike expression, which contrasted with the maturity and depth I had seen in her eyes the night before. Her long eyelashes rested against her cheeks, casting the faintest of shadows, adding to the serene beauty of her face.

She had a certain glow, even in the soft morning light. Her complexion was warm, with a natural radiance that made her look almost ethereal. The way she lay there, peaceful and at ease, made her seem even more graceful, like she was meant to be in this moment with me.

Every detail of her face reminded me of how effortlessly beautiful she was, not just in appearance but in the way she carried herself. There was a softness to her, a quiet strength that made her even more captivating. Looking at her now, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of admiration and affection for her, knowing that she was more than just a pretty face—she was someone truly special.

A soft sigh escaped me as I hugged her a little tighter, not wanting to let go. I didn't want to wake her up, but I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with happiness. Having her like this, so close, felt like a dream come true. And I knew, in that quiet morning light, that I didn't want this feeling to ever go away.

I felt Aiah stirred slightly in my arms, her eyelids fluttering as she began to wake up. I watched as she slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times as if adjusting to the light and the reality of our situation.

For a moment, she seemed confused, her eyes darting around before they landed on me. Her gaze softened, and a sleepy smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Good morning," I whispered, not wanting to break the peacefulness of the moment.

Aiah blinked again, and then, as if realizing where she was and what had happened, a faint blush crept up her cheeks. "Morning," she mumbled, her voice soft and a little raspy from sleep.

We stayed like that for a few seconds, just looking at each other, neither of us really wanting to move or speak too loudly. There was something so comfortable, so right about waking up next to her, and I could tell she felt it too.

"How did you sleep?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled shyly, still looking a bit sleepy. "Really good, actually," she admitted, her fingers absently playing with the fabric of my shirt. "I almost forgot where I was for a second."