Chelsea's POV
I stayed laid on my bed longer than I meant to with my face pressed into the pillow, smiling like I was supposed to, like this was the part where everything finally settled within me and the satisfaction kicked in properly instead of just sitting there in a tight and uncomfortable mess in my chest.
My smile faded as my cheeks began to ache but that feeling in my chest didn't.
I shifted slightly on the mattress, more annoyed than anything else, because this was ridiculous. Nothing had gone wrong. Not yet at least and everything was exactly where I'd put it, exactly how I'd planned it, and if my body wanted to lag behind my brain then that was its problem, not mine.
I pressed my head harder into the pillow and waited for this ridiculous anxiety to pass.
But it
