YOU 2 [Charli D'Amelio]

Chapter 124.

When I wake up I'm sweating. Max's head is on my stomach and her arms are wrapped around me. Her arms surely must be numb from my body weight. Her legs are intertwined with mine and she is snoring lightly. I take a deep breath and carefully lift my hand to brush her hair off of her forehead. I feel like I haven't touched her hair in so long, when in reality it's only been since Saturday. My mind plays the events in Seattle like a movie as I run my fingers through her soft mess of hair. Her eyes flutter open and i jerk my hand away quickly.

"Sorry." I say, embarrassed to be caught in the act.

"No, it felt good." Her voice is thick from sleep.

She lifts herself from me too soon and I wish I wouldn't have touched her hair so she would still be asleep, holding me.

"I have some work to do today so I will be going to town for little while." She says and grabs a pair black jeans from the closet.

"Okay.." What? She grabs her boots and slips them on quickly.

I get the feeling that she is rushing out of here.

I thought she would be happy that we slept in the bed together and that we held each other for the first time in a week. I thought something would have changed, not completely but I thought maybe she could see that my resolve was wearing down, that I was a few steps closer to reconciling with her than I was yesterday.

"Yea.." She says and twists her eyebrow ring between her fingers before pulling the white t-shirt over her head and grabbing a black one from the dresser.

She doesn't say anything before she exits the room and I am left confused, once again. Out of all the things I expected to happen, her running out on me wasn't one of them. Why would she have to do work right now? She reads manuscripts, the same way that I do only she has much more freedom to do all of her work from home so why would she want to do it today? Maybe she is going to the library? The memory of what Max was doing the last time she had to "work" makes my stomach turn.

I hear her talking to her mother briefly before the front door closes. I plop back onto the pillows and kick my feet in  childish manner then I climb out of bed. I pick Max's clothes up off the floor and shove them into the hamper and pad out into the kitchen to make some coffee.

"Good morning sweetie." Anne chirps.

"Good morning, thank you for making coffee." I tell her and grab the freshly brewed pot.

"Max said she had some work to do?" She says but it sounds like she is asking not telling.

"Yea.. she told me that." I say.

I don't know what else to say.

"I am glad she is okay after last night." Her voice full of worry.

"Yea, me too. I shouldn't have let her sleep on the floor." I say without thinking.

Her brows lower in question and I try to think of a way to talk myself out of this.

"She doesn't have them when she isn't on the floor?" She asks carefully.

"No, she doesn't have them if we.." I trail off stirring the sugar into my coffee.

"if you're there." She finishes for me.

"Yea.. if I am there."

"Do you want to know why she has them? I know she will hate me for telling you but I think you should know."

"She told me.. about that night." I swallow.

Her eyes widen in surprise.

"She told you?" She almost gasps.