Innocence is just a lie.

-Emily Rose-

The sun had fully risen in the sky by the time I was finally allowed up. Kellin had stopped staring at me and then returned back to sleep a long time ago- much to my luck he rolled off me in his sleep giving me a free pass to escape.
Which I did and now here I am, cooking my own breakfast(pancakes) while waiting for the coffee to brew.
My mind slowly drifting to him. The way his eyes sparkled in the dim lights, his shaggy black mass of hair perfectly framing his soft skin. Him being Kellin of course. No other human being could actually compare to him- even if I completely despise how he acts he is just beautiful.

"You left" I heard from the doorway, the sound coming out as a tired slurr. He sounded like an innocent child.
"I'm sorry, I was hungry" I shocked myself slightly at te reply that hung in the air, my cheeks partially reddening as our eyes met.
Why am I acting like this?
I swear if my mother could see me now she'd be proud at how girly I am acting.
Blushing is foreign to me- with anyone except from Kellin. It's like--I can't even explain it.

I can't even distinguish whether or not I'm okay with how I'm acting. My mind was a boggle mess at the moment, all because of the beautiful man stood in front of me.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes searching mine as his soft palm pressed against my forehead. I shivered from the contact. Silently praying to whatever god there is that my foolish actions would stop and I can carry on my day in peace.

"Oh-uh-" I paused a moment to regain my self, clearing my throught before answering. "Yeah. I'm good" was all I could think of before I returned to my pancakes which had now burnt.

Fuck.

"I'll sort this out you just go lie down" Is he fucking with me? Probably. But I'll lie down anyway. I gingerly exited the room, muttering a small 'thank you' as I went. The feeling bubbling in my stomach making it harder to compose myself.

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