Fix Me ~ Book 1 (PTX fanfic.. KAVI)

Immediate Wake

I woke up with a throbbing head, and almost unable to move. Although that could be laziness or just because I haven't actually woken up or moved for that matter. Just a simple crack of the eye lid to adjust to what seemed to me as a harsh light.

But why was it only my lamp?

I threw my covers from over me, hearing a groan. I froze for a moment, trying to re-think what exactly happened last night. At least I wasn't bare.

Avi stirred slightly from having a comforter accidentally tossed over his face. Oops.

I walked to the window and peaked through the curtain. Dark.

What time was it? I check my phone, 5:33.

Well, good morning. I sighed, placing my phone carefully back onto the wooden nightstand next to the bed.

In the moment I decided to turn off that lamp because it was blinding my sore heavy eyes.

I carefully sat on the edge of the bed. I rubbed my face and sighed heavily. I feel relieved, but sooo tired.

I wonder how much I said to him.. How much I cried. Why can't I remember; it was probably only hours earlier but I forget 60% of the things when I go into something called 'sleep'. I remember only the slightest things he said to me.

"I do care..."

"I could believe you completely, if  my brain didn't fuck up every second." He held my hand softly.

"What did you tell that woman? I'm scared."

"I...I love you." He chuckled deeply. "Not like a friend. But actually... love love. The love that makes you feel free, but trapped all at once."

"I remember before I got drunk, I noticed weird things happening at the club."

We probably said way more things, but it seems that only I remember most of it.

I wanted to remember every single sentence, word-- hell breath that that man said to me. I was all ears. I wanted to soak every bit of it in.

I hope that it'll come to me soon. It usually would..

I turn around, and place myself completely onto the bed. I looked at him. Aw.

His mouth was open, not too much. His long hair was spread on the pillow beside him, and his beard looked rough.

I smiled.

I got up, as quietly as I could and I made my way to the bathroom. I stretched on my way there. As soon as I was about to close I hear movement.

"Kirstie?"

I opened the door back up to look over at the messy man who was sound asleep moments earlier.

He patted everywhere on the bed to look for me, and I just let out a giggle.

He looked over in my direction, his eyes half way open. Not only that but he just looked straight up confused.

"Morning." I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"What time is it?" He asked, still looking at me.

I looked up, although I really didn't need to think. "Roughly around 5:45 probably. Pretty dark outside."

"Oh. Mkay." He fell back onto the bed, and groaned. "Why are you up so earlier, Sunshine?"

I blushed so hard, too hard.

"I don't know."

"You probably do, but I'm not gonna ask too many questions." His deep, raspy morning voice seemed to slowly fade away as he finished talking.