Perhaps it was the cool breeze of morning wafting through the open window of the room, brushing against my skin. Perhaps it was the sound of the birds chirping away outside as they flew and dashed through the surrounding trees. Perhaps it was the sunbeams lightly shinning on my face, announcing a new day in the middle of this beautiful nowhere. Or perhaps it was Connor's breath hitting my face every time he breathed out that had awakened me.
He was a heavy breather and I was praying that he was a heavy sleeper too. I don't dare move my head to look at him but I could see his arm lay on my stomach and I could feel his chest move up and down peacefully beside me in a steady rhythm.
Suddenly I could feel my heart racing as I gulped. I cautiously try to move off the couch without awakening him.
As much as I love lying here, I have to get up and go home.
But as I go to move, his arm also moves as he clutches onto me, holding me tight. I turn to look at him, startled by his sudden movements as I was unaware that he was awake.
"Good morning," he murmurs, pulling on the ends of his hair as they stick up in all angles.
"It's far from good," I say but I can't hide my smile from him as his familiar smirk appears under his sleepy eyes.
"Are you going to take me home now or are you planning to hold me hostage?" I ask him as I bring myself to my feet. For some absurd reason, I'm finding it hard to look at him and I can't understand why.
"What was the second option again? I liked the sound of that," he cheekily smirks and I laugh nervously. A shiver runs down my spine and I can feel my cheeks getting warmer.
"Shut up and take me home."
"Okay okay," he laughs. "You're so stubborn." He's shirtless so he grabs a t-shirt from the closet and pulls it on.
"I was told to always be myself. If you don't like it th-"
"I didn't say that I didn't like it," he mutters and heads into the main room. I decide to follow behind him. I've just about had it with him.
"Let's get breakfast first, then we'll head back." He clears his throat, running his hand through his hair and I can't help but stare at him as he walks in front of me. "You know something," he murmurs, not quite stopping to look at me.
"What?"
He slows his pace but he still doesn't stop. "I really liked spending time with you." I can hear the hesitation in his voice and I know that he really means the words that he has just said.
"Really?"
He nods as he walk into the kitchen. He opens the cupboard, looking inside, using the door to cover his face. "Also, today's the day I die. You better come to my funeral," he says, actually laughing. I, however, can't see the funny side to it. I knew exactly what was bound to happen when he returned.
My mind was alert as I ran through all the possibilities that could happen, all the permutations of the consequences that they had in store for him.
He closes the cupboard after pulling out two coffee mugs and clicks the kettle. I can see the sudden change in his eyes, the coldness that has came across them.
"Can I help you with anything?"
"Hmm, can you grab the butter out the fridge?"
"Sure," I say, doing what he asked. He brings four slices of bread out and begins buttering them when I hand him the butter. "Thanks."
I left Connor to make toast and a coffee for us both whilst I went to shower. I change from his sweatpants and t-shirt into my clothes once again. I've just put on my shorts when I hear a knock on the door. "Are you decent?"
