CHAPTER 22

We are still in bed. The sun peeking through the curtains. Rexford's arm is under my head and the other one around me.

I had no more nightmares this night. Could it be because I felt protected by him? He held me like this the whole night and I loved it. He's not not the type to comfort people. But last night it really felt like he was worried for me.

Rexford starts to wake up when I move a little. I get out of bed. "Good morning" I say with a smile on my face. "God you killed my arm" he mumbles, his eyes not open yet. "It's not my fault you put it there" I say back. I suddenly remembered. We kissed last night. Was that just a dream because it felt like it? I don't get to ask much when Rexford stands up and gets ready for breakfast.

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I take a bite out of my sandwich not knowing what to say. Rexford hasn't talked much either. I swallow. "So...about last night" I say as he immediately starts smiling. "What about it?" He says like he doesn't know we just had our first kiss. Well the on