She's DARK He's COLD

chapter- 7

BRIAR'S POV

I knew the bed is soft. I knew the pillows are the world's softest pillows. I even knew it can be very addicting to sleep in here. But I'm sure if this bed gives out heat for better sleep and soft arms to wrap them around you for comfort, I will really not be able to go away from here.

I snuggled closer towards the heating object for more comfort ( if that is possible ).

Hmm, I like it. I could even moan but that's not my nature to moan about things I like. That's what cheesy girls do.

Wow! I can wake up to this every day. Wait.

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WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? It's not the bed hugging me, it's not even an object. Something is moving. Wait this something is moving.What???

I slowly opened my eyes.

I didn't know I can see something this beautiful in the morning. It is Cayden I'm sleeping with. Wait! why am I sleeping with him? I remember sleeping in my bed. Shit. Did I do something wrong? I can't remember anything.

 I started to move away or tried my best to move away from him so that I can check if I'm still wearing my clothes...uhh I mean his clothes. His hold instead of losing on me tightened. Shit. What do I do now? What if he gets up?

I don't know how I came here. I looked around to check who's room it is. Okay. I am in my room. Then why is he here? Anger raised in my chest. Even if he is really good looking and I'm surely enjoying this, it still is wrong. I mean who does that? How can someone come in their guest's room and sleep with them? I pushed him. Hard. This made his eye flutter open instantly.

His blue eyes looked so soft. So beautiful. I loved it already. Wait, what am I thinking? I am angry. 

" What are you doing here? " I asked without hiding my anger. 

" I didn't know you sleep with your guests," I said without letting him speak. He looked at me for a little bit too long before answering.

" And I didn't know that you don't let anyone speak before your done with your questions, " he says. Humor shining in his eyes. 

" That's not the answer to my question," I asked rolling my eyes. 

" you don't remember anything ?" he asked. I shook my head. " Um... you had a nightmare last night ". Shit. Don't tell me he knows. Please, God, don't let him ask anything. Please. First of all, how did he happen to hear them? Back there in the house whenever I got a nightmare there was no one who complained or heard it.

" H-how did you hear me? " I asked stuttering. Why the hell am I stuttering?

" You were loud. " he said. 

" oh " this was the only thing that was able to come out my mouth.

Mom never listened to me. Twins also. I don't know how I was so loud. Maybe mom never listened because she almost always was drunk and never cared. Yes, that can be possible. Both the twins were having a room far from mine so maybe that's why they never listened too.

" Are you okay?" he asked. Why does he care? He got whatever he wished to have. His having a perfect life. WHY DOES HE CARE??? I don't like when people fake concern about me. It disgusts me. They don't know the pain I have gone through these all years of my life. Dying every day is a talent too. And I'm glad to have it. I don't want their pity. I'm very much fine with being alone.