In your arms || dreamnotfound

Morning, bub

                                                                Clays perspective 

Tw: panic attacks

I wake up feeling the warmth of my boyfriends breath on my chest, his legs tangled with mine, my face inches away from his head. The best way for me to wake up is with him, he's my everything. I run my fingers through his hair and lay a kiss on his forehead once I've seen him crack his eyes open 

"Morning, bub" I say in a loving tone 

"Good morning, bee" he replies 

His smaller form has shifted up to my head level, where I can lay a sweet peck on his lips. He grabs my waist and pulls me in close, where I put my head between his neck and shoulders. I feel him gently caressing my back, causing me to completely relax, he's the best at calming me down. 

"How are you feeling today? I know yesterday was a little stressful." He asks me, I love it when he worry's, not that I want him to.. it's just nice to know I have someone there for me.

"Feeling better, I don't know what happened, it just.. took over me, I'm sorry for making you worry." I feel a kiss on my forehead. 

"Baby it's okay, it's not your fault."

He's the best at calming me down, I listen to his heart beating, him taking deep breaths and it soothes me. For a while I've been dealing with panic disorders. but George helped me a lot, before we were officially together he knew, but couldn't help too much. But now if I listen to his heart, his kisses on my forehead, I feel somewhat better. 

"Do you want breakfast?" He asked, obviously I was deep in thought, because I didn't realize he had gotten up and made his way to the door. 

"Sure" I say, I'm a monotone voice.

He comes to sit next to me 

"Are you okay, your making that face again." He asks

"Yeah, just thinking." I reply

He grabs my hand, and pulls me into the living room. We just sit on the couch for a second, before he cups my face with his hands and brings be to his chest. 

"I love you, clay." He says, 

That was the first time he told me he loves me

"I love you too, Georgie."

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Tysm for reading! I hope you like it so far.