Babysitting Skylynn Grier

Chapter Seven

*Sarah's POV*

His breath tickles my lips, waking me up.

And a smile tugs at the corners of my lips. His tousled hair looks perfect.

Even when he looks like a zombie, he still looks like the gods had sculpted every single inch of him.

Why must he look like this?

And that note...

Does he really like me?

Or is it a joke between the guys?

I sigh, closing my eyes, wanting to fall back asleep where I don't have all of these confusing questions and thoughts.

But of course when I'm relaxed again, my alarm clock goes off playing Lego House by Ed Sheeran.

I'm going to pick up the pieces, and build a Lego house.

If things go wrong we can knock it down.

My three words have two meanings but there's one thing on my mind, it's all for you.

"God dammit." I hiss, sitting up quickly to turn it off.

"Why'd you turn it off? It was getting to the good part of it." Nash replies in a groggy morning voice and I freeze in my position.

Which, by the way, is extremely awkward.

"Is there any reason as to why your, uh, chest, is directly above my face?" Nash says, eyes widening.

"I was turning the alarm off," I defend as my cheeks burn a dark crimson. I move back to my original spot sitting up, looking the other way to hide my blush.

"You could've left it on. It's a good song." His voice comes out raspy and low.

My lord, I am going to die.

"I didn't want to wake you up." He grunts from behind me, moving around making the bed shift.

He pulls me back hard making me yelp in surprise. "I don't mind. I get to see your beautiful face. That's worth waking up."

I turn my body over so I'm on my stomach looking away from him. I groan and stuff my head under a pillow to hide my cheeks that have turned into a solid tomato red.

My face right now, is far from beautiful.

Makeup that I didn't remove is smudged.

I need to shower.

I have acne breaking out.

And how he thinks I'm beautiful is a mystery.

"Sorry." He whispers so quietly that I could barely make out what he had said.

"For what? You didn't do anything bad." I reply turning my head to look him in the eyes.

"I don't know. I just feel like I should say sorry. It's like my stomach is this black void that I can't fill."

"I know what you mean..." I sigh and turn my head away from him once again. "For me, sometimes, not all the time, just sometimes, it's because I really need to tell someone something really important." 

"Maybe..." We exhale loudly at the same time and I smile a little bit. "Hey Sarah? Can I ask a huge favor?"

"Maybe." I turn around, again, facing the guy that makes my heart beat a million times faster, and makes me smile by saying simple words. "What is it?"