❝I'm just appreciating beauty that's right in front of me.❞
❝...You find an old woman dancing in her bra beauty?!❞
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Lavender Adeline is a strange girl, she always knew she was and so does her family and her best friends. When it comes to bu...
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I see the light practically shinning through my eyelids and open my eyes, having them burn from the sun. I turn my head to the left and snuggle up to the pillow even more. I feel the pillow move and wrap its other arm around me, since the other one was already wrapped around me. Wait a second!...pillows don't have arms!
I open my eyes, wide in alarm, trying to lift my head up and see who's practically spooning me right now. I sigh in relief when I see Kyle is the one who's squeezing the death out of me at the moment. My cheeks start to heat up when I realize what situation I'm in at the moment...I'm in Kyle Smith's, The! Kyle Smith's bedroom. Oh dear lord.
I try to escape his arms and no use, he's either gonna wake up with all of the stirring in doing or he's gonna squeeze the living day lights out of me. Unfortunately, I want to keep my living day lights. I grab ahold of one of his wrist and try to unwrap it from my waist. I suck in a breathe, trying to stay still when he turns on his side and drags me closer into his chest. Shish kabobs!
I give up with a sigh and just stare at his sleeping form, looking like a complete stalker in the process. I notice his eyebrows are slightly furrowed and raise my hand, wanting to straighten them out. Hesitantly, I touch his face and smooth out his eyebrows with my thumb. Getting lost in the moment, I start to trace tiny details on his face.
When he starts to stir around a little bit, that's when I stop and drop my hand, pretending to be asleep. I feel him release me from his grasp and yawn, not noticing me yet. How does someone not notice another life form in their bed?
Pretending to wake up at that exact same moment, I hope my eyes and stretch awhile.
"Lavender?" Kyle croaks out, groggily in his morning voice.
