I awoke with a jolt at the bustle of noises seeping under the door. The light stung at my eyes, a faint throb still present in my head from the relentless wave of tears that tore through me last night. Sitting up, I noticed Noah staring at me from the corner of my eye. "Morning beautiful" his voice was gruff from sleep, mumbling a reply to him I threaded lightly to the bathroom.
The tiles were cold on my feet, reminding me I was in fact real and in this current predicament. Spitting out the last of the toothpaste remnants, I sucked a deep breath of air in as though it would give me courage.
Noah hadn't moved from his spot, resting against the headboard his eyes glued to me, his gaze haunting. "I was thinking we could go back out to the swing today" he smiled, sinking back under the duvet
