"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Sixty.

Tanya's POV.

When I slowly opened my eyelids, I felt a little more tired as my body was still healing.

My vision was blurry, so I quickly rubbed my eyes, trying to get them to focus.

And then, I suddenly felt a weight on my hand.

I looked down, surprised to see a hand holding onto mine.

My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the hand as Darren's.

He was lying down next to me on the bed, fast asleep.

The sight of him there, his hand holding mine, filled me with warmth and comfort that I couldn't explain.

He looked exhausted, bags under his eyes and his hair messy.

I knew he must have been worried sick about me.

But even in sleep, his grip on my hand was firm and protective.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at him.

I couldn't believe that he had stayed by my side, holding my hand while I slept.

It was overwhelming to know that he cared so much about me, that he was willing to sacrifice his own sleep and comfort to be by my side.

I wanted to reach out and touch his face, to feel his warm skin beneath my hand.

But I didn't want to wake him up, so I just settled for watching him sleep.

He looked so relaxed and peaceful, and it made my heart swell with love.

I thought back to our conversation before I had fallen asleep.

He had reassured me, told me that he didn't regret meeting me, that he loved me.

And now, seeing him here, sleeping next to me, holding my hand, I knew that he had meant every word.

I suddenly felt like an idiot.

I had let my doubts and insecurities get the best of me, making me question Darren's feelings for me.

But now, looking at him as he slept next to me, holding onto me like I was the most precious thing in the world to him, I knew that those doubts were completely unfounded.

I tried to wiggle my hand free from his grasp, wanting to pull the blanket over him.

But his grip on my hand tightened, his eyes still closed.

It was like he didn't want to let me go, even in sleep.

I smiled, feeling a wave of affection wash over me.

He must have sensed my movement, even in his sleep.

He was always so responsive to me, so I was attuned to my every move and expression.

I knew that he was a deep sleeper, and it took quite a bit to wake him up.

But for some reason, he always seemed to notice when I shifted or moved, even if it was just a small twitch of my hand.

Darren's eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, he just looked at me, a bit disoriented.

Then, a smile started to spread across his face as his eyes focused on me.

"Hey," He said, his voice a soft murmur. "You're awake."

His hand was still holding mine, almost as if he was reassuring himself that I was really there.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, his voice still rough with sleep.

I tried to sit up a little, wincing as the movement pulled at my muscles.