Chapter 5 He's An Artist Too? I Swear Did This Guy Come Out Of My Dreams Or Something?
The first thing I felt when I woke up was an arm around my waists, and for the first time ever I felt loved, adored, and safe. No ones ever made me feel this way, not even he did.
So surprised and drowsy I turned around to find out who the arm belonged to, and ran right into Hayden's nose.
“Ow! Dammit its too early to start hitting me!” His eyes were still closed and he was rubbing his nose. He sounded angry and, afraid? And what the fuck was he talking about?
“What?” I voiced my thoughts.
His eyes snapped open, and he froze for a second, then hardened.
“Nothing, what the fuck time is it?” He sounded pissed, again.
“How am I supposed to know? Find out yourself leave me alone.” he didn't wanna tell me fine, I won't care then. I got off the bed and stretched, then I looked around.
I forgot about the paintings, and when I actually looked at them I was amazed, they were so beautiful, and dark, and I loved them.
“Where did you get these?” I asked astonished.
“Made them myself, why?” he asked, sounding cautious.
“Because there beautiful.” I smiled, he blushed and looked away.
