Luci
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♫: take me to church -Hozier
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Waking up in Saint Jones' bed with his arms wrapped around me wasn't how I planned to start my Friday morning, but I was not complaining.
The night had been fairly calm. I didn't toss and turn as much as I usually did. Saint's bed was extremely soft. So much so that I did not want to get out of it. My mind had calmed down last night. I had almost forgotten why I left my house in the first place.
Saint was a distraction.
A good distraction.
When I was with him I forgot about everything that had been going on. He had an interesting way of making me feel present. He didn't make decisions for me, and as blunt as he was he hadn't lied to me yet.
That was one thing that was eating my mind alive. Saint had always been honest with me. Although it wasn't usually the best type of honesty, he had yet to lie.
How low my life must be right now, that I'm sleeping in Saint's bed with him...
I looked to my right and watched his chest rise and fall. It was beautifully rhythmic and oddly serene. My hand found its way to his hair and I lightly brushed through it. His blond roots were peaking out more than they usually did, and my brows furrowed when I noticed.
Saint had always been high maintenance when it came to his hair. Now that I knew the reason why I realized that it was uncommon for him to let his roots grow out this long.
One thing I feared was that I was making everything about me. I tried to remember to ask him about how he was feeling, but he never opened up much. I tried my best to read him but sometimes he was too good at masking how he really felt.
Sighing, I pushed his hair away from his face to see his lashes and closed eyes.
He looked like a baby.
Saint didn't stir at my movements through his hair, instead, his head nuzzled more into my hand.
Sometimes I wondered what would have happened if I didn't burn him that day. He would've eventually found out he was half angel right? Or would his mother have waited until he was knocking on death's door? It was sad to think that she hadn't told him anything. If I had found out at 18 and not at 7 as I did, I would resent my mother greatly.
As I slowly attempted to slip out of his grasp, his hands tightened around my body and he groaned.
"Don't leave."
His voice was deeper than usual and there was an added base. My heart quickened at the sound. I had never heard his morning voice up close like this. We didn't have school today, and a part of me wanted to stay in bed with him, but I knew I shouldn't.
"I can't," I said. "Now let me go. I need to get ready."
His eyes snapped open and suddenly my body was pulled over his lap. He lazily slunk his torso against the headboard, while his arms stroked up and down against my exposed thighs.
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