I woke up with a content yawn. Last night was, by far, the best sleep I've had for as long as I've known though I had no idea why.
I stretched my arms above my head, looking around the room. Aaron's jeans lay on the floor along with his top and his shoes. If anyone else awoke to this 'picture', the thoughts going through their head would be phenomenal, but- with Aaron- I knew better than to think otherwise.
I turned to Aaron, smiling. The blanket stopped at his waist, his toned torso on display. He smiled in his sleep. So calm; so peaceful.
God, I wish I could suffocate him with a pillow.
It's all his fault that this was happening. The anxiousness for what was going to happen tomorrow; the hell I went through with my parents yesterday.
The butterflies in my stomach.
I shook my head t
