Let Her Go (Already Broken Sequel) {J.B.}

Chapter 13

^Picture of Justin^

~Justin's POV~

It was the morning after.

She hadn't waken up yet, and part of me was scared that when she would, she'd take off and go on as if nothing had even happened.

It felt weird to feel this way. To be lying in my bed at 7 in the morning with a girl I'm in love with.

It felt weird that I wasn't aching of a headache and cursing myself for being stupid and bringing another girl home. It felt weird that of every single girl who's face I've waken up to, this was a face that I could never get tired of.

She was passed out asleep, and I hadn't slept all night. After what happened last night, I was half expecting her to freak and storm out. But she didn't. We kissed and we laughed and we held each other and it was the first time in a long time that I felt safe with another human being. Never did the thought of "is this right" cross my mind, because it was the most right I'd ever felt.

I had forgotten what an amazing feeling it is to have a connection with someone.

Because it didn't end after sex. She didn't pack up her backpack and take a cab back home. We talked for hours about nothing and everything at the same time. We laughed until it hurt and when we got tired of talking we kissed until we were out of breath. We held each other like we'd never been apart and laid in comfortable silence for the first time in over a year.

I wasn't sex and money to her. And she wasn't a random girl I'd picked up at a bar, and I didn't have that worry in the back of my mind that she'd open her mouth and I'd be exposed.

It was normal and it was passionate in a way I could only experience with her.

Being with each other was the ice that needed to be broken and finally, it was.

She started to shift around and at that point, I headed downstairs. I didn't want to be awake when she woke up, she'd be out of it and I'd be her reassurance of what happened last night. I'd rather her have time on her own before she would decide how she felt about it.

It was still early, and I was still tired. I didn't know what it was about last night. I could feel safe with her, but at the same time I felt panicked and anxious being close to her.

I had a small panic attack last night but it wasn't as bad as the others. But she made it better, without even being awake. Being with her brought on that panic, but at the same time she could comfort me just by being next to me.

I couldn't figure out why I felt the way I felt and the more I thought about it the more it confused me.

I turned the T.V. on and sprawled out on the living room couch. I'd just shut my eyes for a few minutes, at least until Kayla wakes up.

I rubbed at my eyes and reached for my phone that sat on the coffee table in front of me. I cursed under my breath and ran a hand over my face when the time read 10am. I'd been asleep for three hours.

I pushed myself up from the couch and fixed the throw pillows I disarranged, throwing on an old t-shirt that hung in the laundry room.

I listened for her first. I stood at the bottom of the staircase and kept still in hopes of hearing if she was awake or not. When I didn't hear anything, I headed upstairs and knocked softly on my bedroom door.