Novel & Cerita If I Lay Here

I look down at the ground and my smile disappears. So I'm suppose to just stay here then I suppose stepping back towards the bed I take a seat on the edge. Sitting quietly and obediently. He watched me with mirth in his eyes like he is struggling with something. I'm fine I understand I will talk to you all later I say rolling onto the bed laying back grabbing my phone.

but what's this uneasy feeling I'm getting? "Morning~" Uh? I look next to me, on my bed and..... "What? Why are YOU here!?" TBC

LEIGH’s POV I knew that my mind was already awake but I still kept closing my eyes… I don’t know how many minutes or how long I had been lying here and still hadn't gotten up. I wish it was all a dream... I wish it was just a dream that I was here at Wayne's house, but it appears that I'm just kidding myself since I can still feel the softness of the bed I'm resting on now, and it's soothing. I don't have a bed like this in my house because it's just a simple pallet, therefore it's confirmed: I'm at Wayne's house right now.

Laying over his chest I can hardly keep my eyes open. "come back to me Kian!" I say to him before falling asleep on his chest.

I push the door open, walk to his bed, take my shoes off, and lie down. This might be my last night here, and I just want to spend it here, close to the memory of him. Something tells me he won’t come back tonight.

Laying on the bed without any covers, I covered my eyes and stretched myself wider on the bed letting myself drift into sleep. * * * * * * Anna.

“What have I done, to deserve all this?” The floor was somehow warm, and felt very inviting, clearly it was the only comfort at the moment. I wrapped my hands around my legs in a fetus position than laid on the floor, feeling drained.

Levi I sit in my car, parked just outside Mike’s mansion, the hum of the engine low, barely noticeable. In my hand, the laptop screen glows with the live feed,I know exactly what’s happening inside. She’s there, on the screen, lying in the middle of that massive bed, its silk sheets tangled around her like a trap. She stirs, slowly, her eyes fluttering open. She rolls off the bed, landing quietly on her feet, but there’s no purpose in the movement. She’s surrounded. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to go.

Then he knew how to say. The whole way up the stairs to his apartment, he prayed that she’d kept her promise and was still there. He tiptoed into his bedroom, hoping she was there, not sure what to do if she was. He’d been rehearsing what to say the whole drive home, but now everything that he’d thought of seemed stupid and inadequate. He stopped in the doorway of his bedroom and sighed in relief. All of his lights were on, and Lucia was asleep in that way that was so familiar to him now, curled up on her side in his bed, the covers pulled up to her chin, her iPad resting on her face.

I chuckled, laying down on my bed. “I'll be really busy tomorrow__” “I do not care, if you fail to come,you know the drill.”