But We've Lost A Lot ↭ Bellamy Blake [Book 2]

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When I woke up, my back, neck and knee were killing me. I opened my eyes and saw Bellamy's face an inch away from mine; upside down.

He was still behind my head, holding my hands on top of my chest. He had leaned forwards, laying his head directly next to mine.

"Bell," I whispered, trying to wake him up. He'd for sure not be able to move his back if he slept like that any longer. "Bellamy." I gently pressed my hand to his shoulder, nudging him slightly.

He slowly opened his eyes. When he noticed me, he smiled and let out a small breath.

"How you feeling?" he asked me, his morning (mid afternoon voice, technically) voice ringing through my ears.

"Don't know, I've been too scared to move," I answered, turning away from his face to look up at the ceiling.

Bellamy gave me a short but tender kiss on the cheek, then got up from where he was sitting. I watched him as he went over to the makeshift tap the medical centre had fixed up. He filled a glass of water, then started back towards me.

I could've watched Bellamy for hours. He was such a large guy; broad shoulders, massive muscles, over six feet tall. But when he was not around anyone he was leading or taking orders from, he completely melted down.

He moved so graciously around. Every muscle in his hands were vibrant when he was doing something. His jawline would always lock, then relax. Occasionally he'd wipe a bead of sweat off of his forehead, and for a moment, his hair would be slightly pushed to the side, giving his face a brighter shape.

Realizing that I noticed all of this, I made peace with myself that I was falling hard for this guy. Would I flat out tell him that?

Not in a million years.

"Thirsty?" he asked me, raising both his eyebrow and cup.

I nodded, reaching out my hand to take the cup. Instead, he held my head up, and brought the cup to my lips. I held back a smile.

"I gulped down the entire cup, wondering when the last time I drank anything was.

Bellamy set my head back down once I brought my lips away from the rim. He set the cup aside, then interlock his hand with mine, placing the other on top.

"You never fail to scare the hell out of me," he claimed, looking down at our hands.

"You're the one who went down a steep cliff right after someone fell and diet," I replied, coughing slightly from how my mouth still was. It was from all the screaming.

"Yeah, and look who's on a surgery table with their knee taped up," he retorted. I couldn't help but smile at that.

I looked into his eyes, feeling my smile go softer, but bigger. More meaningful. Bellamy didn't smile; he had this intense look on his face, his usual one. But it wasn't a mean face; it was filled with passion.

He bent down, pressing his soft, firm lips against my own. I placed my free hand on his bicep, gently feeling out the muscle.

Bellamy pulled away slowly, only to come back and kiss me again. It felt magical, as cheesy as that sounded. I'd never felt that kind of passion before. It was all new to me. For Bellamy's probably not so much. But I didn't let that ruin the moment.

I didn't know why this moment was the one where eery feeling, thought and process came together. It could've been the fact that when I woke up, he was still at my head, holding onto my hands. It could've been the fact that he never once left this room. It even could've been the fact that out of all these girls on the ground... he chose me.