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One hundred and Seventeen: I bet you missed Lukas more

Isabella's POV

The sun peering through the window gently woke me up, a sphere of warmth surrounding me, and it instantly made me hum. I soon realized my personal heater was Lukas, softly spooning me from behind. I bit my bottom lip to contain an everlasting smile. I can't believe last night turned out the way it did. I was disappointed when he said he would take the couch. I was trying to make up a speech on how much I wanted him to hold me when he walked into his room in nothing but his boxers, but it completely took my breath away. He looked so... him... I thought crawling up to his side of the bed would make him realize how much I wanted him next to me, but my heart caved in a little when he closed the door behind him.

I finally called upon my bravery and went to him, telling him exactly what I wanted and when I finally laid in his bed with his arms around me, I felt safe and most of all stronger than ever. We were somewhat us again and nothing better could have happened to me right now than us talking, all the little touches included, each and every one of them making my heart beat quicker and turn my stomach into fireworks.

I enjoyed waking up with him next to me, his arm softly draped over me as our legs were entangled. One of his hands had found its way up under my T-shirt lying flat on my stomach to feel me breathe, as if he was afraid I'd suddenly stop. I smiled at the way we were laying there, both so peacefully sleeping or just waking up. I think we both needed this just as much to heal wounds and talk about our mistakes, because both of us made a few. My heart broke when he thought I could ever hate him... As much as I wanted to after all the hurt, I didn't have it in me to feel even just a little hate for him, because he was so much more than his mistakes and the way he was holding me tonight confirmed all of that. My father was wrong, I am worthy of someone's love... I won.

I pushed myself up against him, feeling his typical morning problem poke me. I nearly chuckled as that hadn't changed a bit. I was actually kind of enjoying pushing myself into it to teasingly wake him up like this. He didn't budge, not even a little and that made me melt into him, enjoying his touch, his warmth, his everything. I missed him so much, everything about him.

After enjoying a few silent moments waiting for him to wake up I got inpatient as I was so excited to tell him good morning. I turned around in his arms, instantly holding in my breath as it felt as if I got hit by a tsunami. Ever muscle in my body hurt, even my face as I put it on the pillow stung. This is the worst I have ever felt physically but in my head I just conquered Goliath by not letting him crush me and on top of that I was facing the person that mattered to me most.

I adored his relaxed face as he was still asleep, his hair a sexy mess as usual and his lips so plump they were asking for me to kiss them. I wanted to as they pulled me in closer. I reached up, delicately caressing his cheek with the back of my fingers. He eased into my touch, unconsciously pushing his cheek into my fingers as his hand grabbed my T-shirt before relaxing again. The wholesomeness of just touching his face made me so happy and fulfilled that I couldn't contain the smile on my face. I won't ever take this for granted. It was something so ordinary but, right in that moment, touching his face like this, watching him sleep, was everything to me.

I magnetically was drawn in by his full lips, wanting to kiss them... Even yesterday when butterflies were turning my world upside down, I wanted to taste them, but our intimacy was so beautiful and heartwarming I didn't want to ruin it by doing something he might regret. Lukas wake up... I pushed my face closer to his on the pillow, softly brushing my nose against his cheek as my hand nestled into his hair at the back of his head. He must have been dreaming still because as soon as I did, he murmured something under his breath while burrowing his face in the crook of my neck, his hand softly squeezing me at my back. "Lukas." I whispered quietly but when he relaxed, I decided it was best to let him sleep. If he had slept just as bad and little as I did the past week, then he deserved every minute of catch up sleep he could get.