Innocent ✔️

Thirty eight

Anastasia's point of view

I finally tried to turn around from the wet pillow under my head, full of the old tears but something heavy was holding me down.

I looked down at what was around my waist and I met them tattoos. I didn't know if I should smile or push him off but on my way thinking, I caught myself smiling. I bite my lip and tried to remember the last thing that happened which was me alone, in this bed crying. I guess I fell asleep after.

I softly shook my head knowing he probably came to check up on me and found me sleeping so he joined. I looked on the clock and it was 7:00 pm. Too early but too late. Too early to go back to sleep but too late because I remember I got up to this room at around noon after taking my lunch.

I sighed and tried to wiggle out of his hold but his arms were holding me tight as if he wanted to stop me from leaving if I ever tried.

Jackson makes me have a lot of feelings that get mixed and drive me confused. I don't know if I should be alright with him laying next to me or not. It is adorable and sweet of him but at the same time, he broke what I told him. I showed that I wanted to be alone and he obviously didn't leave me alone.

But again, did I really want to be alone? I wanted to be alone to not have someone watching while I'm crying but I wanted someone to tell me everything is going to be fine even if nothing is going to be fine.

I turned around in his arms and my eyes scanned his face. He was so beautiful. I softly smiled and bite my lip watching his eyes closing, his lips a little parted and his mouth a little open, letting out light snores that make the sounds that I love to sleep on. The hot breath of his mouth that hits my neck when I'm sleeping in his arms. Them cheeks that turn red when he's too hot in his sleep just like right now.

Was he watching me when I was sleeping like I'm watching him now? I silently giggled at my thoughts and put my hand on his cheek softly caressing it. I almost forgot how soft his skin was. My index finger found its way from his cheek to his nose ring to the skin between his lip and nose to his upper lip. Passing by it and feeling how moist it was even if he was sleeping. I smiled when my finger touched the cold metal of his lip piercing. It was my favourite and it looked very good on him.

I kept going with my finger to his chin then back to his cheek, caressing it with my thumbs.

I sighed and thought what if one day everything changed? I closed my eyes, not wanting to think about it again. It is too complicated to find an answer for something that is going to happen in the future and nobody knows about it. I'm sure it won't go as bad as I'm thinking. Or at least that's what I should keep saying to be a little more positive.

"Ana!" He called waving his hand in from of my face bringing me back to the present. I hummed to respond to him and he continued "I called you like three times, where were you." He chucked and I smiled. "Here" I softly say. His voice was so raspy and deep. The best sound to wake up to every morning.

He shook his head and pushed my hair off my face with the back of his hand. "You aren't here. It's been two days or so." He marked.

I sighed but didn't move. I thought about telling him or not but I stayed silent. It was easier for me to keep it inside instead of getting it out and regretting it or won't know how to put it into words or like the way I said it knowing it's not completely what I wanted to send as a message.

"Tell me what's going on in that head or yours." No emotions were clear in his tone of voice letting me wondering if he was angrily saying that wanting to know whats going on already or sad because I wasn't myself for a few days or happy just wanting to share my thoughts with me.