Coming Home •Ross Lynch• •Raura•

Sleepy-head

Laura's POV

Ross wouldn't stop crying.
Neither did I.
I got uncomfortable on the floor so I moved me and him on the bed.
We laid there facing each other, crying noise less tears.

Ross starts drifting off pretty soon. His eyes close slowly, and he starts to snore quietly.
I couldn't help but pet his head. I traced the features on his face. I touched his long lashes, his nose and last his lips. "Laura, I miss you." My hand freezes. He sighs and pulls me close to him. His snoring is still audible.
Of course he's sleeping. "You smell like peaches. I like peaches." he says.
I giggle a little at that. "and your skin is so soft like a cloud." he says with a smile on his face. He hugs me tighter in his sleep.
I gasp quietly.

I couldn't depart myself. I miss his hold so much. I missed how he would smell like the beach. I missed his voice, when he sang and especially when he said my name.
He is intoxicating. I can't get enough.
I should get up and sleep in another room. I shouldn't have taken him to my apartment.
I couldn't help it though, I've spent 9 years without him. I deserved this. Right?

While contemplating I started to doze off.
My last sight I saw was Ross. Then I was in my dreamland.
And of course, Ross was in it too.