Intertwined

Chapter 60: You're Not Hungry, You're Thirsty

J U L I E T

When I open an eye, squinting at the morning light that falls through Axel's window, I begin to smile like an idiot.

His blanket covers my body and his arm over me keeps me close to him. His warmth covers me up and I look at him.

His eyes are shut peacefully, strands of hair falling onto his forehead, the morning light behind him outlining his shape with a glow.

I sneak out from under the covers and head over to the shower, this has to be the first time that I woke up before him.

After taking a shower in his fancy bathroom, I step out, looking into the mirror and searching for a towel, when I first experience the sudden change in temperature.

This is weird, everything was fine just now. I feel a throbbing sensation in my head, as though a hammer literally hitting my head as the colours of the bathroom begin to blur and spin, I squint my eyes shut, trying to close off the dizziness.

It all boils over to a point that I almost let out a scream, and then in an instant, just like that, it's all gone.

I cling on to the towel, trying to regain control over my senses. When will this end?

Should I... tell Axel?

No, I don't think so, there's nothing he can do about it, it's just unnecessary stress.

Coming out of the bathroom after a while, I rummage through Axel's closet, to find something comfortable aside from the you know... clothes that came off of me last night.

I put on one of his t-shirts that reaches my thighs midway. When I steal a glance, I see him still sleeping peacefully, now, we can't have that, can we?

I run over to the bed, literally jumping into the bed and he squints his eyes.

"Someone's in a good mood," he smiles lightly, not even opening his eyes but pulling me on top of him.

"I got up before you today," I announce proudly.

He begins to open his eyes slowly. "I see that."

I lay my head on his chest and he lets out a small hum of pleasure.

"What?" I ask.

"I've missed you in my shirt," he places a kiss on my head, pulling me up for a kiss on my lips when I push him away.

He pouts. "Why?"

I get off of him. "Go take a shower, I'm going downstairs, I think Scar's supposed to make breakfast today."

"Oh come on," he props up on his elbows. "One kiss to power me out of bed?"

I smirk at him before leaving the room. "Nope."

When I reach the kitchen, I can already smell something beautiful cooking.

"Morning," I say and Scar looks up at me surprised.

"Am I dreaming? Juliet Hastings, up this early?" He grins.