The crashing of the rain against the window, woke me up around three in the morning. My legs were tangled with those of Hades. I turned around so that I was now facing him. He seemed to be a heavy sleeper as he simply stirred and slept again. He seemed so peaceful when he was sleeping. A smile crept on my face as I admired the amazing person who was in front of me. Why the hell was I giving him so much importance? I closed my eyes then took a deep breath to reset my mind.
Hades was out of my league.
Why?
No idea. He simply was.
Overthinking was my greatest enemy. With a huff, I sat up the bed, making sure not to wake Hades up. I was not going to fall asleep again with all those shitty things running in my mind. I slowly got off the bed. I stood in front of the bed, facing a sleeping Hades. I rolled my lips in my mouth, then observed him.
If he woke up, he would probably think that I was a creep.
Well, I am.
