PEYTON'S POV
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I wake up in a non white room , frowning at the beige ceiling with light violet coloured flowers painted across them . My eyes drag down , noticing the big interior structure of the bedroom and I turn to my side , I flinch back as I notice Miles sitting on the chair , slouched down and his head tilts back as he rests his head against the backrest of the chair . I notice his even breaths and a sigh of relief escapes my lips as I realize that he's asleep . I slowly scoot over to the edge of the bed , swinging my legs over the side before I get up . I lift my gaze , looking directly at his sleeping expression . I freeze as his head tilts into the other direction , his dark hair falling over his forehead into his eyes and he frowns as it tickles his nose .
I want to laugh so
