Trust You [TRUE STORY]

Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Weird but comical

I GUESS I WAS PROUD TO SAY THAT I WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING VERY COMFORTABLY.

I could've sworn I went to go sleep on the couch that night. I slept and I'd wake up every five minutes because of my back pains. My stubborn self still refused to go back to my comfortable bed in fear that yassef would think I missed him or something. When I woke up though, eyes blinking to the new day, Yassef's arms we're wrapped around my waist and one arm around my shoulder. He was sleeping so peacefully I almost didn't even want to move. It was like, if I moved, I'd wake him up. The way his chest moved up and down so calmly proved how good he slept.

Did he miss me?

After all, I don't remember picking myself up and bringing myself back to the room on my own. Someone must have put me there. And to think Yassef even has the strength the pick me up? Please.

Just like always, I'm the one to mess up. I must have sleep walked or lost my memory. It's almost as if I have amnesia after a nice deep uncomfortable couch sleep.

Yassef moved his arm until it rested on my neck. His soft fingers began to caress it which gave me a signal that he was awake. Why is he so nice to me? He's being a little bit more than a friend right now.

I think. Then again I really don't know what it feels like when yassef is acting more than a friend. In fact, it feels like he is. So I'll believe it.

"Yassef?" I whispered his name under my breath, "move" I pushed his hand off of me. My motive wasn't to be rude and to purposely push him off me (it partly was) but to ask him if he was the one who brought me here.

Seriously speaking.

I tried to prompt myself on one of my elbows to look at his tired figure, "How'd I get here?"

He snorted just trying to move around a little bit. He peeked an eye open and then closed it, "I brought you"

I figured, "Why?"

I'm sure I insisted to sleep on the couch whenever we have an argument. But is it bad that my heart kind of skipped a beat when he admitted the fact that he actually wanted me back on the bed? Why is my heart taking a leap? Why do I feel butterflies?

Yassef cares.

"Because," his voice was deep and raspy. I'd rather describe it as very attractive, "You looked uncomfortable so I wanted to bring you." And then shrugged "just to do you a favour"

I picked up my pillow, "Such a liar" and then I smacked him across the face with the pillow. He laughed and then took the pillow off his face.

"I'm not lying. That's what happened" his laugh was like really good music to my ears. I can listen to it all day. The morning laugh that he has literally made my veins vibrate beneath my skin.

"You missed me," I teased, "you missed my beautiful ness" I said jokingly. My first instinct was to think he would disagree with me and call me some type of frog princess or something.

But he nodded, "Fine I guess I did"

And when he admitted it, an even bigger heart leap came and I've never even felt something that big before. It didn't feel bad though, it felt rather nice and more of a feeling I would love to feel more.

"I knew it." I tried to play it off, "You can't resist me"

But he took the situation in an other way. He switched it up a bit and began to talk a bit more seriously, "I'm sorry." He said, "for saying I didn't care"