Stay Away, Officer.✔

Twenty Three

[NEXT MORNING]
*AMBER'S POV*:

I slowly opened my eyes, shifting my position in bed, trying to avoid the sunlight shinning through the window.

I looked across the bed, seeing Conor standing in front of the mirror with nothing but his boxers on, as he fixed his messy hair.

His back was red stained, showing how hard I was on him last night, and that gave me images of yesterday.

My nights are drenched in long talks with myself, tears, suicidal and horrific thoughts.

But last night was different.

Last night, I felt loved. It was amazing how everything happened so unexpectedly.

For a second there, I thought I'm gonna die freezing, and the next thing I know, I'm in Conor's arms.

And honestly, I wouldn't mind staying in his arms forever.

He saved me, he took care of me, he showed me how a real man treats a girl, and that's something Mason will never know how to show.

I sat up, watching him silently as he checked himself in the mirror, not noticing that I'm awake by now.

He literally looks so hot, If I could drool right now, I would.

He threw a few shirts around and next to me on bed, so I checked them out, finding a grey jacket that I zipped over my body, coving myself up before getting out of bed.

"Having a hard time picking an outfit?" I asked, smiling at how caught up he seems, while walking up slowly to him.

He literally goes a long way trying to impress me, and that's something so wonderful, I can't even tell you how thankful I am.

I wrapped my arms around his back, kissing the top part of his spin, his natural morning scent of absolute happiness roamed inside my lungs, as he had his back to me.

I rested my cheek over his back, smudging my face all over him, just to give myself the comforting feeling his body gives me, and I felt him touching my hand, before grabbing and kissing it.

"Good morning." His husky morning voice took my breath for a second, before he turned around, a small smile on his lips.

"Good morning." I replied, the same smile over my face.

He looked so sleepy, his eyes half opened, showing that he hasn't been up for long, but the smile he pulled was so tender, I couldn't help but smile too.

"You're finally up, sleepy head." His hands wrapped around me loosely, pulling me a bit closer to his body, where he looked down at me, studying my face silently.

It literally creeps me out how he looks at me like that without saying something.

It's like it's the first time he's ever seen me everytime he looks at me, and the way his eyes shine with pure softness as he takes my features in, speaks to me on so many levels.

Being a guy's main focus hasn't been my thing honestly, I've never made this much eye contact and I've never been shown this much attention before, I'm actually admiring every second of the way his eyes study me lovingly.

"It's not my fault I'm not a morning person." I rolled my eyes, and he laughed.

I'm never serious about anything, even though I try to be, I just don't feel like the romantic and cliché moments suit me like it would suit most girls around me.

I know for a fact that any girl would answer his statements a lot more romantically than I answer anything, especially in a time like this, when I get to wake up in his arms, but I still choose to make it a normal morning, because emotions aren't how I roll, but I still like him, and I'm loving his soft touch around me more than I've loved anything else in the world.