I was lying in bed, staring at the white ceiling above me. I've been this for a couple of hours now. It wasn't abnormal for this to happen but tonight I was awake much more than I was asleep. To my side was my boyfriend of two years Kian. He was sound asleep. I pulled the duvet off my body and slowly stood up, being careful not to wake him up. I crept towards the balcony and leaned against the railing. A soft breeze began to pick up, the pool was illuminated by the outside lighting and the rest of LA was quiet. Not silence but quiet.
I heard a shuffling on the bed, I turned around and it was Kian shuffling in his sleep. I smiled at the sight of him, safe and warm in bed. Then there's me, awake and my brain working away. I turned back to the view taking in the scenery, the air was fresh and although there was a breeze it was still warm. My mind began to wonder to the time when I first came over from England. I couldn't stand the warm weather, in fact, I hated it but I began to get used to it like I began to get used to Kian.
''y/n?" Kian yawned. I turned around to see him rubbing his eyes. He was sitting on the sit of the bed.
''Hey Ki.'' I replied
''Why you up?" He asked stretching
I shrugged, as I leaned against the balcony looking at my sleepy Kian who got back into his sleeping position. His arms open wide ''Come sleep'' he whined. His brown eyes melting my soul. I smiled and climbed into bed, snuggling into Kian's warm body. His finger tips tracing my skin, relaxing me. Soon enough I yawned and then I dozed off into a deep sleep.
