Thwaites & Thompson

Sweet sweet innocence

Thompson

Not that the decision of rolling away from Adam mattered in the morning. It was like running away from your doomed fate, because I woke up in his arms, almost...

My heart trashed in my chest at our position.
We were both laying flat on our backs, closer to each other in the heart of his bed, with our heads twisted towards each other.

His nose almost touched my forehead and mine almost bumped into his prickly jaw if I were to tilt my head just a pulse backwards. One arm was entangled with mine between our bodies and I was resting my wrist on his open palm.

I fought hard to stay still even when my body itched to react.
I felt my body grow warmer and I knew I had to make a move away soon, before he wakes up and freaks out or flippantly pulls away just the way he did when he woke up to find his arm draped over my waist, his hand almost resting on my bare stomach.

It was the reason I chose to wear a jumpsuit to bed this time. You never know where you will find your shirt in the morning...

I took a deep breath and just before I move away he shifts and I instantly still, shutting my eyes, pretending to be asleep...

I hear him take a deep breath and then I feel his head move before I feel his fingers reflexively curl at the sides of my hand.

I fought reacting off but I couldn't stop the chill that ran down my spine and I had to pretend I was just waking up...

Soon, before I've even opened my eyes, I felt him slide his arm away and slide his legs off of the bed to get himself up into a seated position.

The cold air rushed into the space he left vacant and I felt oddly deserted...

But I shook the feeling off and got up to my feet as well.

"Good morning..." I turn to smile at him ephemerally.

"Good morning..." He forces a smile.

I hold in my frown and pick up my phone before I head out through the door.

I walk out of my room and find Nala brewing coffee in the kitchen.

"Good morning." I smile at her and she turns to glance at me.

"Good morning." She sighs.

"Coffee?" She asks and I nod politely.

She pours some coffee into a cup and picks it up.
Instead of passing me the cup, she passes me the coffee pot and smiles slyly.

"Help yourself..." She takes her cup and walks away.

I roll my eyes to myself and shake my head amusedly.

I knew it...

Why am I even seeking Nala's blessings? I'm never getting it...

I pour myself a cup and hop onto the kitchen counter.
I skim through my phone and upload more pictures to my Instagram profile before I text Madonna.

She reminds me that my photoshoot is tomorrow and I set my alarms ahead.
She also reminds me of Anita's before-bedtime advice for me and I set more alarms.

Adam walks into the kitchen and smiles to himself when he finds me seated onto the counter with my legs dangling in the air.

He approaches me but then he reaches for the coffee pot beside me to pour himself a cup. And I thought he was approaching me...

I mentally roll my eyes to myself.

"So umm-"
"What are you up to today?" I ask.

"I'm going to fix my project..."
"And it'll probably take all day." He shrugs.