One thing remains the same
I’m awaken by the sun blinding my eyes, I wake up first. Hayes is right next to me; chest to my back, cuddling me. I lay on one of his arms as a pillow, and his other arm is wrapped around my body, my waist. Somehow our bodies had relied on one another for comfort as we slept. Just like old times.
At least I could sleep at all, being this close to anyone else would’ve sent me into a frenzy. Flashbacks of Ryan from last night remind me of such a frenzy.
Now that I’m fully aware of everything, I want to rush out of the room in shame. But instead I turn to him, his arms still around me, and look at his sleepy face. I’m tempted to play in his hair again and do so.
“Little Richards.” He mumbles, eyes still closed.
I immediately smile, then frown. Before he wakes
