anxiety // cameron dallas

Chapter 7

GRACE'S POV

Hayes. God I couldn't stop thinking about him. We've had a history.. But I felt as though he was letting me-us- start over. A clean slate. It may sound like things were moving quickly but to me it felt like an eternity. I'm not exactly complaining, I just think our communication could be a lot better. I think we are both a little confused, both lost, pained.

"Hayes?" I speak.

"Yeah Grace?" He continues to play with my hair, twirling the ends. My head was on his chest, and we were mindlessly watching tv. We were currently in my hotel room in Texas now. It's been two weeks since San Diego.

"Can we uh talk?" I ask, my breath a little shaky.

"Of course. What do you want to talk about?"

"Us. I want to talk about us. What are we? What is this?" I wonder, wanting an answer.

"I- I don't know to be honest." He confesses. I sigh a little.

"Me either."

"Grace, I like you. A lot more than you think. I just don't want to push you into doing anything you aren't comfortable with, or anything you don't want. We all know how that ends." He refers to our history.

"Hayes I like you too. You wouldn't be pushing me into anything or rushing things. I like you. I want you. No, I need you Hayes. You make me feel like everything is okay. I need you." I take his hand from my hair, squeezing it tightly. I look up to see him smiling. I go to kiss him on the cheek, but he surprises me by turning his face, so our lips connected. I was in shock, so didn't kiss back for a few seconds but eventually caught on. I felt him smile through the kiss, causing me to smile too. We break apart, and I snuggle into his chest, falling asleep quickly.

That night I had good dreams, and they had nothing to do with my brother.

***

I woke up alone, colder than I remember when I fell asleep. I look around the room for Hayes but don't see him. A few seconds later he came out of the bathroom shirtless, and my breathing hitched. Jesus...

"Morning" He smiles.

"Hey. Good morning." He climbs in next to me, pulling me in close. Hayes plays with my hair again, and kisses my forehead. "What time is it?" I ask, noticing the sun was pretty bright, shinning through the curtains. He laughs.

"Twelve." My eyes widen, and I hit him on the arm lightly.

"Hayes! You let me sleep till twelve?!" I exclaim. He laughs again.

"Sorry. You seemed kinda tired and I didn't want to wake you." He tells me. Then pinches me cheek lightly. "Plus you look adorable when your sleeping." I blush.

"Hayes" I whine.

"What? It's true. Wanna know something else?" I raise my eyebrows in response. "You look adorable when your laughing too." Oh god.

"Hayes don't." I sternly tell him.

"Don't what?" He asks innocently. I scoot away slowly and he follows me.

"Hayes."

"Grace." He smirks. Then begins attacking my stomach with his fingers, and I laugh uncontrollably.

"H-Hayes stop p-please" I manage in between laughs. He straddles me, still tickling my sides. He slowly stopped, suddenly inches from my face. He leans down and our lips touch. My heart fluttered as we kissed, only for a few seconds, but it was well worth it. His kisses were always slow, sweet and passionate, and I loved them.