Betting on You

I heard her breathing slow and I knew she’d fallen asleep.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

My breathing, on the other hand, was unsteady on account of the fact that my heart was beating out of my chest like I’d just sprinted a mile. Sleep was a million miles away from where my brain was right now.

My brain was beating the shit out of me.

What have you done? What have you done? What in the hell have you done, you fucking moronic dumbass?

I was fucked.

I was so fucked.

I was so fucking fucked.

Because Bailey was in my arms, smelling like heaven as she snuggled against me like it was where she belonged, and I ached for it to be.

God help me, I wanted to be where she belonged.

I wished I could bury my nose in her cocoa-butter hair and stay that way forever, wrapped around the one real thing I’d ever known, but I couldn’t.

My throat was tight as I lay there in the dark with her, giving myself ten more minutes before I had to get up.

Get out.

But when ten minutes were up, I gave myself ten more.

I was so fucked.