Chapter 28

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EMILY'S perspective

Beside me I could hear Rose's soft snores tickling my neck. Her lips just barely reached my ears and her arms were helplessly wrapped around my waist.

The sheets didn't managed to cover our naked bottoms. From here I could see the rise from her chest and the curve of her backside. The smallest ounce of sunshine that managed to peek through, dawned on her cheeks and the curls that hung around her forehead.

"Stop staring." She grumbled.

Rose stirred in my arms, quickly making an attempt to remove any sleep from her eyes and frizz her hair might've created. She faced me, her eyes lingering on mine for a bit before she cracked a small smile. "Good morning."

This then caused my own lips to spread, just before I grabbed her chin and leaned in for a kiss. "Morning."

She pulled back, the smile still on her face as she fell back onto the pillows with a sigh. "I love your bed...it's so big and comfy."

I could only chuckle, I was still basking in her beauty and remembering the events of last night. It still felt unreal, a few months ago we were chatting online and now she was in my bed naked for the second time. And still, everything in between that got us to this point. I thought after New York everything was over and once she had quit, I knew I had lost her indefinitely.

But here she was, nuzzled into me like a koala and drifting back to sleep. I just rubbed down her spine and inhaled the scent of her hair—shea butter mixed with a hint of coconut.

I hadn't been more in awe with someone as I was with her in this moment. Despite everything she never left. She had always been there even if I was too high or annoyed to want her. But now I know she's what I want and might even need. She got me to this point, I couldn't take any responsibility for that.

A few more minutes of sleepy cuddling before I made my way to the bathroom. Rose held onto me even tighter when I tried unraveling her arms. She mumbled something I couldn't make out until I bent down to kiss her temple as she soon continued to snore.

Once inside the shower, even with hot water, I missed her warmth. It wasn't the same without her and I even shocked myself at how attached to her I had become.

I ended my shower quicker than I intended, simply because I wanted to get back into bed and be with Rose. But when I left the bathroom and saw an empty bed, my heart began to panic.

Had she regretted last night and went home?

I went to search the apartment, leaving small puddles from my wet feet as I bounced around from room to room.

I could feel myself breathe again when I found her in the kitchen. She was wearing some of my grey sweatpants and her bra. Her curls spilled about her face as she hovered over the stove.

"Pancakes?" She said innocently, unaware of the slight panic attack I had when I realized she could've left.

The feeling it gave me was unfamiliar. I was used to people leaving me...why would she be any different?

"I thought you were gone." I spoke, my voice coming out uneven and more nervous than I would've liked.

She raised her eyebrow. "Why would you think that?"

There was no real way to answer. "I guess I just didn't want you to regret last night...or our whole relationship...or me?" I was rambling and she could tell. I could practically feel my cheeks burning.

"You're cute when you're nervous." She leaned in and pecked the tip of my nose. "And no. I didn't regret last night...it was amazing."

I let out a small chuckle, attempting to play it cool as I leaned up against the counter. I watched as she flipped the pancakes then piled them onto a plate, just then noticing that they had blueberries.

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