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Tirsdag 6:25 | Tuesday 6:25 am
Eva
Waking up next to Chris was unusual and as much as I hate to admit it, it didn't feel wrong and thankfully it didn't make me feel uncomfortable. I woke up to him watching me closely, his green eyes steadily on my face.
Feeling self conscious over how bad I probably look considering it's early morning, I immediately turn away from his stare while rubbing my eyes in the process. A small groan escapes my lips as I realize that I've got school today.
I reach for my phone and check the time, my eyes barely open as the screen lights up, 6:25.
"Morning," Chris whispers, his voice deep and rough as he presses his lips on my back sending shivers down my spine.
I turn around to face him pretending that what he just did didn't have an effect on me, "Morning."
"Did you sleep well?" He asks as he momentarily licks his bottom lip.
I slowly nod as he cups my cheek and brings our lips together making me forget about my morning insecurities. The kiss is slow and sweet, different from many of the other rough kisses we've shared. He ends the kiss abruptly and gets off the bed, reaching down for his jeans and shirt.
"Fuck," he murmurs after a while of silence, his hands running through his hair in frustration.
"What?" I get up as well and walk to my closet. I rummage through my clothes as I wait for him to say something.
"I don't have anything to wear," he groans and I can feel him pacing back and forth.
I decide on a black top and a flannel shirt to go on top along with ripped jeans. "I uh, still have one of Jonas's sweaters here. You could borrow it if you want?" I know what you're thinking.
How can you still have his sweater when you're not together anymore and you're going to let Chris borrow it!
Stupid I know, but I just never thought of giving it back to him. What would I do? Just go up to him and give it to him? Shove it in his hands silently? How does it even work?
"Why the hell do you still have his sweater? I would've burned that shit," he comments, "but I have no other choice so I'll take it," he sighs as he takes the navy blue hoodie in his hands and throws it on. He grabs ahold of his jeans and puts them on.
My clothes in one hand, I start walking to the bathroom that's connected to my bedroom, but I'm spun around by Chris.
