Refuge

Chapter 26: Every Adjective Imaginable

*hides from pitchforks and rock throwers*

I AM SO SORRY IT'S TAKEN ME SO LONG!!!!

This chapter was so incredibly important and I just had to get it right. And by get it right, I mean rethink it over and over again until I could finally write it. Plus, it's a bit hard to write when you are taking extra summer classes, dance on a company, and work 24/7. So, I am extremely sorry and hope this chapter makes up for it because honestly I love this chapter. It's deep and raw and reveals some feelings hidden deep in the characters. Seriously, please enjoy. I am so sorry and I hope to get back to uploading quicker!

-A

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Chaper 26: Every Adjective Imaginable

 Waking up in Hayden’s arms is something I never thought I’d experience when I arrived in Wynn. In fact, if you told me that I would willingly ask him to stay with me and cuddle all up in his personal bubble, I probably would have laughed until I cried, then sent you to the nearest mental institute. 

But, when I open my eyes, the first thing I see is his tan skin, rising and falling with the lulls of his breathing. I can’t help but smile and snuggle in deeper, the happiness that being in his embrace like this, with his arms holding me close, acting like the best kind of pain medication. 

I feel so safe with Hayden. I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s because he knows me better than I know myself sometimes or that I know he’s seen me at my worst and has still come back, but as long as he’s willing to be my safety rod, my rock, my...my everything, then I’m willing to let him in. I already have, let him in, that is. He knows what’s going on in my mind even when I don’t want to say it. He knows exactly what to do when I have a panic attack or when everything becomes too much. He takes me away from everything and until all I can see is him and me and that’s all that matters. 

I know it’s dangerous at our age to become so dependent on someone, but no one’s really ever been in our position before. Sure, there’s been young love across the world for as long as the human mind has operated, but not allot of girls my age have been through what I’ve been through and not allot of guys Hayden’s age are as mature as he is, having to grow up and move on as fast as he did. 

Not everyone is Hayden and I. We’re not everyone. We’re just us and I think that’s okay. As long as we’re content to be us, I don’t think anyone has a right to tell us that this is wrong. How can someone wrong feel this right, anyways?

I don’t know how long we lay there, me deep in thought and Hayden deep in sleep, before Hayden finally wakes up. His eyelids flutter open only to reveal those beautiful brown eyes that I would love nothing more than to drown in. He smiles and brings a large hand up to my face, almost dwarfing my much smaller body. 

“Hey, Princess,” Hayden says, his voice thick with sleep, his eyes warm. He runs his hand down my cheek, brushing my hair back with the lightest of touches. “How’d you sleep?”

“No more nightmares,” I whisper, smiling softly. My heart’s racing at a million miles an hour and I know he feels it. Sure, I may trust Hayden with every fiber of my being, but I’m still a teenage girl. Laying down in a bed with a boy is frightening in a completely, non-threatening way. Hayden’s shirtless and is pretty much a greek god underneath all the clothing, so I think it’s okay for my heart to run a marathon at the sight of him right now. 

He grins a lazy grin and closes his eyes, falling back into the pillows, pulling me along with him. “That’s good to hear,” he says, kissing my temple lightly. “I slept great, by the way.”